O R D I N A R Y ? (BWWM) (On Hold.)

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Rachel

l finish showering after a long night last night. I can't believe I'm going to a new school, with vampires and werewolves and anything else you can ever imagine. I won't be surprised if I see Tinker bell and Peter-Pan.

I finally decide to wear my natural hair, I was tired of wearing my purple twist. I love for my hair to be able to breathe. So, I put my hair in a puffball, slicking back my edges. With that, I top it off with some silver hoop earrings and clear lip-gloss. Yes, they have clear lip-gloss.

Since its getting cold out, I'm wearing a burgundy-purplish sweater with some navy blue jeans. For shoes, I'm wearing some black leather boots. I wonder why I didn't hear Jordan knocking on the door telling me to hurry up. I open the bathroom door, and my mom was walking down the hallway. She smirks at me.

"Hot mamma, who are you getting all cute for?"

My mom chuckles at me.

"Look, breakfast is on the table. Jordan is already eating. I guess he is just happy to go school today, to see a girl maybe?"

I gave a fake laugh, I knew she felt that something is wrong with me. "Rache, are you okay?"

"I'm-- you can feel it can't you?"

"What? Your lying? Yes. That's one the powers that we have."

"So, you're saying that we can feel when someone is lying?"

My mom nods her head."But, we're going to talk about this later. Okay? Go ahead and eat." I sigh,

"Yes Ma'am."

My mom and I headed our separate ways, me to the kitchen...and her to her room to get some more rest.

"Hey, kid," I say as Jordan eats a plate full of pancakes.

"Sup," He managed to say with food in his mouth.

"You got up early today," I smirk,

"I'm just ready for the day, this whole new school thing has me excited."

"Don't get too excited now, we don't know what the outcome may be like."

"Don't be such a  Debbie downer."

"Don't be a..."

"You don't know a comeback, do you?"

I giggle at my brother.

"Shut up, dickhead," I say grabbing a stack of pancakes.

There was silence for around a solid two minutes, we were stuffing our faces with the good warmth of my mother's famous buttermilk pancakes.

"Rachel! What time does school start?"

"Uh...at 8:45 I think. Why?"

"It's...it's 8:37!"

"What? No, no, no, no, no! We have to go, Now!"

I poof my belongings downstairs. My brother was already out the door, knowing him, he's an eager little one. I whirl the door closed behind me before I reached the car. After throwing my book-bag to the back next to Jordan's I strap up on my seatbelt.

"What are you waiting on? Go, go, go!"

Reversing out of the driveway, I put my car back in drive, letting my feet press on the gas, going eighty on a sixty driving range.