50 Shades Of Sundaes

Chapter 1: Classroom Squabbles

Chapter 1:Classroom Squabbles

I tied my hair in a quick messy bun, I looked at my hands they were covered in paint. The worst colour too; brown. Great it now looks like I have crap all over my hands, I checked the time 5 minutes hopefully I could scrub it all off. 

I ran downstairs my backpack full of textbooks and art pads whacked my butt each step I took. My mom  was at the oven the sizzling of food cooking was the usual morning soundtrack along with her humming to 50's songs. I grabbed a piece of toast the popped up just in time,

"Woke up late again?" My mother tisked 

I rolled my eyes "Late night."

My older sister came down the stairs flipping her hair making sure her curls were perfect, 

"Does my makeup look good?" She asked

"Yeah if you're going for the Oompa Lompa look." I snorted, my sister June always caked on way too much. Personally I kept my makeup to concealer, foundation,mascara and lip balm. Practical on trips, June on the other hand had to pack like an extra suitcase just to carry her essential makeup products.

"At least I don't look like someone from the Walking Dead." She snipped back, I could never have the last word with her she'd always find something to make fun of me. We have a great sibling bond.

"I do, good I was going for the look." I stuck my tongue out.

"Okay guys, shoo of to school." My mom cut off June, I gave my mom a peck on the cheek "Oh and April, you have to train the new employee tonight!" she called after me as I ran out.

I grabbed my bike out of the garage, I did have my license, but again June always got the car. I'm the Eco friendly one, duh.  As I pedaled to school I thanked whatever gods up there for this warm weather, March  was slowly coming to an end and spring would bring rain and blossoming flowers. April was my favourite month, no not because I'm vain and I loved my name so much. Just because of the weather.

Suddenly I remembered that we were having an assembly today, thank god, I went to bed at 3, and got home then too, also thank god my mom's a heavy sleeper.June wasn't she paraded downstairs as soon as I shut the door demanding where I'd been, she assumed out partying, more like out painting. My life isn't that exciting. I'm glad June didn't rat me out, then again I always kept my trap shut when she actually came home from parties. We are like polar opposites, she was a cheerleader, outgoing,fashionable,and popular. Me well I was, bookish, artsy, had 2 friends, charitable, and stunk with fashion. In fact what I was wearing today was dug out from the depths of my closet, teared jeans and a plain burgundy shirt, très fashionable. 

Ahhh the view of her out dated school, crowds of kids swarmed outside, she jumped off her bike, she would've rode right through them knocking them down but apparently riding your bike on school property could result in a detention. I had a clean slate so I'm not risking anything. I locked up my bike and walked into our really terribly painted school, it looked like someone puked all over our walls but no it was just the paint. I opened my locker and it only took me 3 times, I sucked with locks, I forgot the combo and since it was a new lock (my old one broke) my old teacher doesn't have it. If having trouble with my lock wasn't enough, Issac kindly mocked me everyday for it, yes in fact apparently and I quote my friends "You are so lucky to have a locker beside Issac." Unlike me they were delusional about him, they thought he was funny, kind and an amazing football player. 

I hated football, could we get any other sports here in America that every other school worldwide doesn't play. Personally I'd like to see the macho footballers perform ballet, now that would be funny. I imagined Issac spinning in a neon pink tutu, I began giggling