The Bucket List

Game On Bitch

Picture of Nick to the side (except he doesn't have any arm tattoos, only the rose)
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My eyes flutter open. The first thought that comes to mind is, "Today's the first day of summer."

I jump out of bed and open my curtains. The sun is so bright, it captures my room perfectly. My room is on the second floor, at the end of the long hallway. When you enter my room, to the right is my own private bathroom. In the bathroom I just have a single sink, toilet, and a bathtub/shower. To the left of my room is my impressively giant walk-in closet. My closet actually goes up the the attic because its so big. I have a vanity where I do my makeup which is opposite of my bed. The headboard is a light purple with a queen sized bed attached to it. The sheets are a simple cream color with purple flower detail. And lastly, the walls are a bright yellow, not too bright.

I have mirrors for my closet doors so I glance in it to see my appearance. My long, brown hair is up in a messy bun and I'm wearing an oversize shirt with gray sweatpants. Im not really one of those teenagers who gets a ton of zits or acne. Who knows, maybe its because i wash my face everyday.

Now that im done seeing how i look i walk into my bathroom to weigh myself. I step on the scale that is placed next to the toilet and wait for the numbers to appear. 130 pounds, ugh.

I leave my room and walk down the stairs. The maid has already made breakfast: Bacon, eggs, cheese, pancakes, and waffles. But since I'm on a diet, I just take one scrambled egg. I sit down at the kitchen table and eat my food

My older brother, Nick, stares at me from across the table.

"Buzz off." I spat at him. He glares at me and speaks shortly after.

"What's your problem?" Nick asks me while chewing his food. Gross.

"Stop staring at me."

"You're not eating as much as you usually do. What's going on with you?" His question sounds like he cares but in reality he really doesn't.

"Nothing." I finish my breakfast and get up from the table. "Where's mom?"

"She's working. Some new movie or something. I'm in charge."

My moms an actress. Her being what she is, makes us pretty rich. We live in a mansion. Not a huge one but a good size one. She's barely home so she always leaves Nick in charge.

"What about Dad? Is he working too?"

He looks down at his food, avoiding my question. "Nick, is he working too?" I repeat my question more carefully this time to make sure he can understand me clearly.

"Yea...He's directing the movies moms in."

"Ok.." I open my mouth to say something else but my little sister comes prancing down the stairs before I can speak.

My dad is a movie director. He's also an actor but he mostly directs. They're hardly ever home, which is fine with me.

I have three siblings, counting myself. Nick is 17 and the oldest. I am 16, and Lexie; She's 12.

Nick gets up and puts his plate in the sink. He walks up to me and looks my body up and down. "Maybe you should lay off the ice cream." He says out of nowhere. Wow, someone's moody

"Fuck you!"

He turns around and walks away.
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It's two hours later so it's just me and Nick at the house. I decide to go for a run. I've got to get skinny somehow.

I put on an oversize shirt and some leggings. I would put on a sports bra and shorts but frankly, we all know I'm not skinny enough for that.

I take my phone off its charger and grab my headphones. Then I start to run the streets of L.A.