Stay With Me

1- Nerd Meets Boy

Enjoy your own life

Without comparing it with

That of another

~Marquis de Condorcer~

Chapter One: Nerd Meets Boy

"Get off of me Kevin!!" I screamed as my annoying little brother continued to jump on my bed.

I honestly don't understand why adults think it's okay to produce children AGAIN after already having one child. I would have been completely fine with being an only child, but oooohhhh no. My parents just had to have another kid!

I attempted to roll over as Kevin starting jumping closer to my head and caught a glimpse of my clock. "Uugh," I grumbled, "it's only 5:00 A.M you little twerp! Why are you waking me up?!"

He suddenly stopped jumping and plopped down right next to me, cuddling into my arm. "Twust me Wosy," he said, sounding sleepy. "I didn't wanna wake ya up, but mommy says you gotta get weady."

I smiled sincerely and ruffled his floppy but short brown hair causing him to giggle. "Okay, well how about this," I whispered into his cute little ears. "Why don't you go tell mommy that Rose doesn't have to be at school until 7:00, and so Rose will be sleeping in longer."

Kevin nodded and quickly jumped off my bed, rushing out of the mahogany door i'd grown to hate so much in the few days we'd been at the new house. It was always creaking, I swear sometimes I just wanted to rip it off of the hinges and throw it out, but then of course if I did that, mom would just yell at me. And that was the last thing I needed to be dealing with.

Mom, Dad, Kevin, my sister Avalon and I have only moved here last summer. Unfortunately that means switching schools.

I was never a popular girl. Yeah, that makes me the nerd. You couldn't blame me that I'm...me, can you?

But to be quite honest I'm completely fine with the whole nerd concept. I've accepted my place in society and I don't have any intentions of changing it.

I like keeping to myself, friends are overrated and will eventually end up stabbing you in the back anyways so I mean, why try?

I'm content with having only books as companions. At least books don't lie, books are based on solid facts. Although, I did find some errors in my calculus book the other night...

"Rosaline!" My mother shouted, interrupting my thoughts.

I groaned as loudly and dramatically as I possibly could, shoving my soft, plush pillow onto my face.

Honestly! Was it really necessary to wake me up at that hour of the day? No, no it was not. But of course, my mother has to be early for EVERYTHING.

"Ten more minutes!" I screamed rolling over onto my stomach.

"Rosaline Avery Murray if you don't get down here right this instance!" I let out a heavy sigh and took my time flopping out of my bed and onto the floor.

Once I managed to get up off of the floor I lazily slumped down the steps and into the kitchen, where my mother awaited me patiently holding a plate filled with eggs, bacon, and toast.

Any normal person would have snatched the plate up in an instant, devouring it's contents within minutes. But of course normal people, have normal mothers, who are actually capable of cooking.

My mother on the other hand, isn't even capable of making cereal without it tasting disgusting. How do you make cereal taste disgusting one might ask? I don't know. Ask my mother.