I wake up on the other side of the bed, freazing my butt off. I glance over to the other side of me and there lays my little sister Rachel. She's ever so softly snoring, the sound of a baby bird. Ever since my parents got a divorce 2 months ago, she has climed in bed with me every night. Rachel is holding all of the covers in her hands, no wonder i was so damn cold. I stretch my arms up and hop out of the bed. My dad has already left for work, and our maid, Lilly, was standing in the doorway. "common Nutmeg," she wispers. " your gonna be late" (Megan is my name btw she just calls me nut meg like the spice.)
I walk to the bathroom, my clothes all picked out for me on the counter. I skip the shower because i took one last night. Insead i brush my teeth and put on my one D t-shirt and skinny jeans and lace up my boots. I dash downstairs and grab my bag. "do you want breakfast?" lilly asks from the kitchen.
"No, not today lilly" I reply. Then, I step out and the crisp, warm fall air brushes back my hair. I felt as if today, would change my life.
