Crazy Stupid Love

Chapter 1: So It Begins

My alarm blares from my nightstand, jolting me awake. I drowsily scoop up my phone, ending the shrill beeping it is emitting. I sigh loudly. No matter how many times I wake up at 6am, I will never get used to it, nor will I ever even begin to like it.

I swing my feet off my bed, yawning softly. Hesitantly, I ease myself onto my rug, then trudge slowly out of my room, across the hallway, and into the bathroom. As soon as I flip the switch, artificial light floods the room. I squint, my eyes slowly adjusting to the brightness surrounding me. I quickly press the door shut, not wanting to disturb any of my sleeping family members. I turn the water on, and slowly get ready. Sometimes I wish I didn't have an older brother, so I could actually wake up and shower at a decent and humane time. Lazily rubbing my eyes, I dismiss the thought, and step into the steady stream of warm water pouring from the shower head.

Half an hour later, I stand in my room, a towel tucked snugly around my body. My soaking blond hair hangs down my back, water droplets falling from it to the ground. They're barely visible on the oak coloured laminate, but I wouldn't put it above myself to slip on them. My clumsiness is a curse.

As quietly as I can, I pull my closet door open. I silently scan all my shirts, running my fingers running across the variation of fabric. I don't have too much to chose from, but it takes me a while select an outfit everyday.

Since it is the end of the typical Canadian Febuary, I decide on a long sleeve, cotton, violet V-neck and a pair of navy skinny jeans.

Soon, I hear the muffled sound of the water pelting the bottom of the tub, alerting me that it's seven. Kayden showers at 7am every morning.

I quickly give myself a once over in the floor length mirror hanging on the wall by my door. My straight dirty blond hair falls to about my mid back, and is pulled neatly over my shoulders. Rapidly, I French braid my bangs back, securing the end of the braid at the back of my head with a bobby pin.

The thick coat of mascara I recently applied brings out the green in my hazel eyes, almost completely hiding the soft brown. Other than that, I have no make up on.

My favourite silver heart necklace rests on my chest, perfectly contrasting my dark outfit.

If there is one thing I could change about myself, it would be my weight. Being only about 5"4, I hate being 130 pounds. My family always calls me fat, and I agree with them. It's the one thing I am really insecure about.

"Hey, you stupid ugly piece of trash!" Kayden screams, bursting into my room. "Stop leaving your crap in the bathroom. It's fricking annoying for the rest of us to pick up after you and your damn sloppy habits!"

He throws a soaking wet towel directly at my chest, drenching the front of my shirt with ice cold water.

I gasp, looking down at my sopping shirt. I can't wear this anymore.

"What. The. Hell?" I demand. "That's not my towel."

"Oops," he grins. "That's my towel. My bad."

He grabs the sopping wet fabric and walks out of my room, laughing loudly all the way down the hallway.

I quickly glance at my clock. 7:42. Crap. Mikayla will be here in 18 minutes.

I dash to my closet, immediately beginning to rifle through my shirts again. I grab my black Batman T-shirt and pull it over my head, straightening my hair as best I can. Mikayla is so lucky she doesn't have a brother. She hates being an only child, but it's something I wish for on a daily basis.

From outside my house, I hear three successive honks of a car horn. I grab a jacket from my closet and my bag before running out of my room.

"Nice shirt," Kayden says rudely. "Where did you get that? It's the ugliest thing I've ever seen."