The Disease.

Siblings.

"Creeeaaak" I heard my window being opened. Uh oh. Looks like y dad was about to wake me up. I check my clock. It's 11:30. I leave for university tonight at 9:00, so I had to start getting ready. All of a sudden, I felt ice cold water hitting my face. I wish my dad didn't wake me up like this. My mom would never have accepted it. She died of cancer three months ago.

"DAD!" I screamed

"What?" He asked. His voice sounded like it was coming from upstairs.

"PLEASE stop spraying me with the hose!"

"That wasn't me!"

That means he got my twin sister Stephanie to wake me up. He has always liked Stephanie better than me.

But I don't blame him, she is good at everything. I'm only good at science. I hope someday that will come in handy and I can finally beat her at something!

I got out of bed, scavenged through my extremely messy room for a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I had to get ready so I could get packed for university. When I was dressed, I went into the bathroom to brush my hair. I threw my long, straight, blond hair up into a quick, messy ponytail, and went upstairs to eat breakfast.

When I got upstairs, like usual, dad had made Stephanie breakfast, and not me.

"So, Samantha, ready for your big day?" He asked.

"Call me Sam!" I asked for the millionth time. Samantha seemed too girly for me.

"Okay, Sam, are you ready for university?"

"Why should you care" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You only care about Stephanie, you hate me!"

"Why would you think that?"

"You spray me with water, and you make her breakfast"

"I only spray you with water because Stephanie actually wakes up, and her window is too high for me to reach. Yours is at ground level so I can open it easily."

I've always hated having a bedroom in the basement, my room was upstairs when mom was here, but when she passed away, dad gave Stephanie the upstairs room and made me move to the basement. Good thing I'm leaving today!

I made my breakfast-eggs and toast, and then headed downstairs to get packed. I would eat in my bedroom, so I don't have to deal with my dad or Stephanie anymore.

at my desk, eating my eggs and toast. They were not as good as my mom made them, I don't know about my dad's because he only makes them for Stephanie and not me.

As I was finishing up eating, I heard a scream coming from upstairs.