01 | of cursing and rain

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Poke. Poke.

I groaned tiredly and faced away from what ever was waking me up.

The soft silk sheets and fluffy pillows pulled me back into my wonderland...

"Hey Noelle," someone whispered to me.

I reached my hand back behind me and blindly groped at the alarm clock to shut up. I smacked it hard when my hand touched something and it came back with a satisfying sound.

"Ow! Bitch," Silence, Ah... my best-fucking-friend. So wonderful and-

"Hey sis."

Pause.

"You sleeping?"

Suddenly, I shot up from my bed and yelled,"Well clearly not anymore, dickhead."

Tyler jerked back in surprise at my outburst and fell off the bed. He moaned with pain and vigorously rubbed the back of his head,"Jerk."

"Asshole," I shot right back at him.

"Bitch," he replied. Oh, the game is on.

"Bastard."

"Slut."

"Man-whore."

"Cunt."

"Dip-shit."

"Shut up," Tyler mumbled and looked down bashfully.

"Ha ha, I win you loose!" I jumped of the bed and did a little victory dance around my brother, suddenly getting energy.

"Kids, breakfast's ready!" shouted our housekeeper.

"Yessire Amanda," we yelled back in unison.

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"Fucking hell tyler, stop shaking," I glared at my nervous brother and smacked his arm. "You're gonna get us killed."

"Hey, don't abuse the driver!"

Throughout breakfast, Tyler has been rambling about being the 'new' kid in our school that we were starting again today. Technically, we weren't new but after 3 years away from school, people were sure going to stare at you.

When it was almost time to go,Amanda went over what we were meant to say at school so that no one suspected anything.

So her I am, in the car next to my egoistic brother, just about to pull into the school's parking lot. Way to make an impression of yourself by driving a Lamborghini, Noelle.

Rain was pouring heavily outside, making the ground wet and student shrieking while running for cover.

Typical Miami weather.

"Urgg. It's fucking raining,"Tyler groaned

I gasped,"You did not just put a swear word with the word rain. Do you know how cool rain is?"

He rolled his eyes before saying "Ready?" and glanced at me, who was sitting in shotgun.

"Fuck no, bitch," to be honest, I too, was a nervous-wreck.

"Too late to back out now. We've only got one shot, so lets make it worth while," was all the reply I got before Tyler turned into Westville High.

As soon as we entered, every student swung their heads around and stared at us with curiosity in their eyes.

Cool. Nothing to be worried about.

So half of the school's population is going to think that we are snobby right kid right now because of our car.

And that, is kinda true.

Thank god the car's windows were tinted black, and probably past the legal standards.

Tyler parked the car in a sheltered, empty spot closet to the school. 

"That's weird," I thought, "why would anyone not park in the best spot?"

Shaking my head to get rid of that thought, I focused on the task at hand. The life changing decision; to go to Hell's replica or get sent back to Satan's lair.

Deep breaths. In and out. Both of us sat in the car, regretting our decision to even think of coming back to school. We glanced at each other before Tyler started praying.

"Dear Lord. Please protect me and my bird-brain sister-"

I rolled my eyes at his 'hurtful' comment.

"-from the Devils of this school. Please Lord, help us-"

WHACK!

I hit my brother on the back of his head, cursing at how stupid he is.

"Ow," Tyler whined and rubbed his head.

I shook my head at him before opening the door and getting drenched by the whispers that fall like rain.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hello my lovlies. Its been a while since I have updated. How's life going? Its weird how I'm asking you that question when I generally hate being asked that. 

Anyways...I'm getting way off topic.

I know this was kind of short but this chapter is a filter for what is going to happen next.

So...I hope you like this chapter.

Ps. I suck at writing ANs so please forgive me.

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