When we Fall

Chapter One: The Day Before

Hey Guys! Just wanted to let u know before the story that I will be posting at least once a week from now on. Up above is a picture of the main character, Lina.

Hope you enjoy chapter one!

The day started as any other ordinary day. The alarm blared out at a rapid pace, waking me out of my romantic dreams almost instantly. I batted my eyes open staring at the time my alarm showed: 7:30. I moaned.

Turning off the alarm, I got up and stretched all of my tired limbs. As I raised my arms out, the tip of my fingers backhand swiped into my Shawn Mendez bobbled head, knocking it off the platform attached to my wall.

"Crap."

I picked up the bobble head slowly and peered at it, making sure no part of it was ruined. If something was hurt or even scratched, I for sure would've screamed. Luckily nothing was.

I placed it in between my Justin Bieber and Cameron Dallas bobble head. Yeah yeah, so what if I had a few dozen bobble heads? My friends think their pretty cool.

As soon as I got out of my room, I heard my sister, Casey, screaming downstairs.

"I WANTED JELLY ON MY TOAST, NOT THIS ICKY JAM!"

I rolled my eyes at her arguing and walked down the stairs.

The air in the room seemed steamy, and so hot that I started to sweat behind my neck.

"Hey mom, can u turn the air down in here? I'm sweating up a storm! And that is NOT good for my hygiene," I grumbled.

She gave me a worried look and ran over to turn the heat down on the heater-thermometer-thing-whatever.

"Sorry sweetie, didn't happen to notice it when I was making u girls breakfast."

I frowned,"How could u not notice?"

"I was near the oven, dear, and it's always hot whenever I make those cinnamon rolls."

My eyes lit up at her last sentence. My mind instantly forgot about the changing heat.

"You made cinnamon rolls today!?" I squealed.

She looked at we warmly and pulled out a steaming pan from the oven.

"Yep, just how you like 'em."

I ran to my seat at the table and sat down. My mouth watered hungrily as mom put the rolls down on Casey and I's silver plates.

I picked one up with my fork and stuck it in my mouth. The rich sweet flavor was enflourished instantly. Warmness spread through my entire body after I wolfed down two more.

I licked my chops and put my plate on the granite counter. As Casey pushed her plate down on top of mine, my fork fell off and clattered on the tile floor.

I stared in disgust, "Ugh, Casey!" That dumb brat.

She was shocked,"What!?"

"You pushed my fork to the ground! Now the floor is gonna be all germy."

Casey put her hands on her hips,"Well I'm not picking it up for you! It's your fork!"

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not!"

Suddenly a new voice joined our arguing ones.

"Girls, Girls! Calm down." Mom picked up the laying fork and put it in the dishwasher. "It's just a fork. Go on and get ready for school now."