Lovestruck

Chapter 2

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

"Eughhhhsnflh." I moaned, pulling my fresh duvet over my nose and rolling over on my side, muttering something about more sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

"OKAY, OKAY!" I groaned, stifling a yawn and slamming my fist against my life-ruin-er... a.k.a alarm.

"Don't be like that, sweetie." Mom's sickly sweet voice cooed. I jumped, slamming my head on my low ceiling, unaware of her presence. She ignored me and peered out of the window, a smile plastered on her face.

'How can she stay strong after everything we go trough?' I thought to myself.

"Morning baby girl."

I loved my mom, she was always there for me no matter what we go through.

"What was that, hun?" Mom smiled, flitting open my blinds. The dusty morning air filtered through my window, spilling pools of rich, golden, sunlight onto my hot back. I shielded my eyes.

"N-nothing." I yawned again, stretching out my strained arms and heaving myself out of bed. I shooed mom out of my room, had a quick shower, and planted myself on my plump baby-pink chair inside my walk in closet.

"What to wear today.." I grinned, fingering the fore-line of the un-worn clothes section in my closet. Despite it coming from my mother's mouth, she was right- (mother knows best.) It's a new day, why not try something different? The un-worn section in my closet is clothes I have bought but never worn, because they're too popular, expensive, standy-outy, or I think look ugly and clingy on my thighs or chest.

I spent ages deciding on what to wear, but finally I picked out some high-waisted black shorts and a white baggy sweater tucked in, finished off perfectly with my vans. I quickly brushed through my clumpy, chocolate brown, morning hair and let it tumble down loosely, waist-length by my hips in natural curls. I threw on some baby lips and a dash of mascara; I was never big on makeup, it makes you look like you're fresh out a bakery if you wear it, and I don't want that. I walked back into the main room and started packing my bag, but I was soon interrupted.

"BREAKFASTS READY!" Mom screamed up to me, just as the dreamy aroma of warm bacon and eggs wafted up the Three flights of stairs, complimenting my senses. I gulped. I was so hungry, Stacey had been calling be fat for years now. I still don't care. Food over rules everything.

"OK MOM!" I yell back. "I'LL BE TEN"

"FINE!" Mom screamed back. "MORE FOR YOUR GREEDY BROTHER." I immediately heard rushing footsteps as my brother zoomed downstairs, probably leaving a trail of drool behind him. He loves food and wants to be a chef, he's just not very good at the written-work side of it and only got a C in cooking. Therefore, he's still living at home with his luxury bedroom and inside Jacuzzi all tucked away in his room. Not a bad life for a small time failure, if you ask me. Oh, and did I mention he doesn't bother cooking for us either? He still forces our mom to do it all. Generous, huh? Not to mention she can't cook at all.

My iPhone bleeped and I immediately knew it was my best friend Keely, texting me to say that I'm late once again. I grab my keys and sling my school bag over my shoulder, clutching my study books to my chest.

"Bye mom, dad!" I yelled as I ran downstairs, grabbed a stray apple, and jumped into my car. That breakfast smelt so good. Damn you, school. Starting the engine quickly. I dallied on my Taylor Swift CD and made my way to school- singing all the lyrics. Nobody would hear me through my bulletproof windows.. Yeah, my dad is quite overprotective and fussy when it comes to technology..