Waking Up Is The Hardest Part Of The Day

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"WITH A THOUSAND LIES AND A GOOD DISGUISE, HIT 'EM RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES, HIT 'EM RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!-"

(Name)'s eyes snapped open as her phone's alarm went off. The music blared so loudly, she was glad her parents were most likely already awake. Her phone was loud enough to wake an entire street. Thankfully, she lived in the country.

"WHEN YOU WALK AWAY, NOTHING MORE TO SAY, SEE THE LIGHTNING IN YOUR EYES, SEE 'EM RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES!"

'You're Gonna Go Far, Kid' by The Offspring, what a great to wake up in the morning. (Name) rubbed her tired, (Eye Color)eyes. Slowly, she sat up in her bed, surrounded by an abundance of pillows and blankets, and finally shut the phone up. Taking a moment to just wake up, she just sat there looking around her room. It wasn't the biggest of bedrooms, but it surely wasn't the smallest. Where her bed was, against the left most wall, the door was all the way on the right side. Beside the door was a mahogany desk where her books, laptop, etc sat. There were two dressers, one in front of her bed and one beside her desk. Her two door closet was beside her bed. Between the closet door and her bed was a small night stand.

Finally getting out of bed, the sleepy 17 year old trudged to her bathroom across the hall from her room. She began to brush her teeth to get that disgusting taste out of her mouth.

Wake up, brush teeth, brush hair, get dressed, eat, go to school. Every morning was a repeat of the day before.

(Name) brushed her (length) (hair color) hair and went back to her room. She put on some regular blue jeans and threw on a red t shirt with some white converse. She always had the style to dress for comfort, not to show off or really look pretty. As long as she was comfortable, she'd be fine. Then she grabbed her black backpack from beside the desk and walked out to the kitchen.

(Name) saw her mom washing dishes and she smiled. "Good mornin', ma." The Irish teen said, sitting down at the table where a plate of toast, another of biscuits, and another one of eggs sat. She grabbed a plate and put a biscuit and some eggs on it, preferring to skip the toast that morning.

"Mornin' sweetie. Your father went out to the grocery store early so that he could get back early." Her ma said, (Name) just nodded. Everything after that was pretty much uneventful.

Just before (Name) went out to walk down the dirt road to catch the bus, she pulled out her phone and earbuds. She saw written across the screen, '1 NEW TEXT MESSAGE'. Figuring it was her best friend, Sarah, or possibly one of her siblings. As she walked out to the road, she unlocked her phone. She discovered the text was from her brother, Sean. The contact was under Jack, however. In Ireland, a popular nick name for Sean was Jack. Why? Who knows.

Everyone knew who her brother, Sean McLoughlin, was. He was a famous commentator on YouTube, playing video games and doing funny stuff. On YouTube, he was known as jacksepticeye. Now her brother didn't live with her and her parents anymore, no. He lived in his own apartment in Athlone, a good couple hours drive.

The text read, "Hey sis, are you at school yet?"

'Why would he want to know if I've left yet..?', (Name) wondered silently before replying.

"No, but I'm about to catch the bus. Why?" She sent the text but didn't get a reply soon. He was probably recording or something.

If Jack did reply, (Name) wouldn't have known since she always left her phone in her locked locker. As she walked with her binder in hand to her first hour class, she ignored everyone in the hallways. They were mostly jerks anyways. She would have had a clear shot to her classroom if it wasn't for her main enemy in the ENTIRE school.

Just as (Name) was about to come within 20 feet of the door way, she was suddenly knocked over by a forceful shove. (Name) hit the floor on her knee but her binder got knocked open, causing some papers to go everywhere. As the girl looked at her papers, hot tears formed in her eyes, which further embarrassed her.

"Oops! My bad! I didn't see ya there, lass, but then again, no one does, huh." Emily laughed, her long, curly blonde hair waving as she laughed. "Aw, ya gonna cry?"

That was the thing. (Name) never cried of sadness when she was getting pushed around or bullied. She always teared up with anger or embarrassment. She watched as the bitch walked away.

(Name) felt a presence kneel beside her and began to help her pick up her papers and put them in the binder. Through unshed tears, (Name) saw her best friend Sarah helping her.

"Thanks..", (Name) muttered to Sarah, who replied with, "Yea, no problem."

After the scene, she walked with Sarah into their first hour class, World History.

They both loved a lot of the same things, History being one of them. And thankfully, there wasn't really anyone in the class whom she much disliked, so the class wasn't dimmed of it's enjoyment.

~End Chapter One~

A/N: I know there really isn't much mention of Jack in this chapter, this was really an introduction of character chapter. But for sure, There will be more of Jack in the next chapter! Thanks for reading!~ Sydni

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