Brandon's P.O.V
I was awoken from my dreaming with a loud noise of my alarm clock. I groaned, placing my hand on the clock, turning it off. Brushing through my curly locks, I stood up hesitantly. Feeling dizzy, I sat down onto my bed, rubbing my head from the throbbing effect. Once it left, I stood up quickly, strolling to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I looked at myself in the mirror, yawning. I rubbed my face, making my lips squish together. Looking down, I grabbed my toothbrush, and toothpaste.
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Walking down my long stairs, I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing ripped black jeans, with a red flannel shirt, a white t-shirt poking out, and black converse. I ruffled my hair as I walked into my kitchen. I smelled a sweet and savory aroma, smiling to myself. As I walking towards the stove, bacon and eggs were cooking in separate pans. Later, my mother appeared, walking towards the stove where I was standing.
"Morning Brandon." My mother said, smiling at me.
"Morning mom." I replied, hugging her tightly.
"Breakfast will be ready in 30 minutes, you better set up your computer, if you don't want to be late for your class." She told me, as she hugged me back, pushing away lightly.
"I know, thanks ma." As I finished my sentence, I walked to our dinner table, sitting in my usual spot. I grabbed my laptop, opening it, as I pressed the "on" button. I opened a new tab, logging into my school website. Checking the time, I clicked on my virtual class.
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After 3 hours of schoolwork, I turned my computer off, pushing it away from me. I stretched, standing up. I walked up our wooden stairs, continuing into the hallway. I turned left, opening my room door. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I plopped onto my bed lazily. I unlocked my phone, scrolling through social media and posting a couple of tweets. Suddenly, a notification popped up on the top of my screen from Instagram. I clicked on it quickly, opening up the app. After realizing it was a DM, I looked at the username, "LucyFizzy". My eyes widened as I try to reassure myself that it was really the girl I was madly in love with, Lucy Carson.
I jumped slightly, losing my train of thought when my door opened quickly. I jerked my head to my door, adjusting my glasses, I saw a small figure. I narrowed my eyes as I looked up at my little sister, Clementine Johnson. She was wearing a black skirt, a little above her knee, a pink over-sized sweater, and black knee high socks. She combed through her short hair with her fingers as she looked at me.
"Can I help you, Clem?" I said coldly.
"Eh, not really, just came to see what you were doing." My sister said, as she laid on my bed, adjusting her skirt.
I rolled my eyes, looking back at my phone. What the hell should I say back? She doesn't even know me. Why would she message me? Maybe it was an accident? I contemplated. Like a normal human, my thumbs danced, as they hovered over the screen as I thought what to type back.
LucyFizzy: "This is super random, but I love your profile! Your photography is so aesthetic."
Me: "Aww, thank you! But, it could never top your theme. Lol."
Pressing send, I furiously thought that maybe I shouldn't have sent it. But it was too late, I can't unsend it now.
Once again, I lost my train of thought, as my sister's head jumped into my vison from the corner of my eye.
"Who are you texting? Hmmm?" Clem asked, smirking.
"N-no one..." I said nervously.
"Ha! Sure, it's probably a gir- WAIT! Is that Lucy?!"
"Maybe..I mea-NO IT'S NOT!" I yell, pulling my phone away from her vision.
"You're such a horrible liar, let me see."
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"Clementine Elizabeth Johnson, I am your older brother, and I said no." I snapped, narrowing my eyes are her.
"You suck, but it's probably Lucy anyway. I saw her username." She said sticking out her tongue and getting up from my bed.
Rolling my eyes, I clicked out of the app, turning off my phone. As I did, she walked away closing my door. Once she was out of my sight, I laid on my bed staring at the sealing.
"Why would Lucy Carson, the girl of my dreams message me?" I say out loud. A few seconds later I get another notification.
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Hey guys! I hope you liked my first chapter. I mean, in my opinion, it's kinda sucks. But oh whale. But, I promise it'll get better. Remember, this is only the beginning. ;)
-Anne
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Miracle Message (DISCONTINUED)
Fiksi Remaja"If mice is a plural for mouse, then why isn't hice a plural for house?" ~~~~~~~~~ Brandon Johnson, a sixteen year old boy who lives in California. Just like any other boy, he falls in love with a girl, he feels he'll never get. But one day, the...
