Typical. (Liam Payne)

Chapter One.

Typical .

Chapter One .

"Its our final year, you really need to buckle down and just study. Study everyday and not fail. Failure is not an option"

Sasha just groans. Because its easier said then done. There are so many better things to do then study. Its not like everybody's brains are naturally programmed to understand ever single concept like Averys.

And Avery just soaks up every drop of data, compacts it into small little cubes, and then stores it into her brain for later. While Sasha tosses the information straight into the waste bin. School has never been one of Sashas fortes.

"I know. I vow to study every day. And try. Actually try" she even puts her hand over her heart, and thats clear dedication. But then again, Sasha makes this vow every year and yeah, it kind of just becomes forgotten.

Sasha can feel Averys eye roll over the phone.

"Yeah, okay" Avery sniffs, shuffling over at her end. Probably organizing all of her school supplies. Overavhiever.

Sasha sighs again, rolling onto her back to stare at the roof. Bare and plain and wow is this a metaphor for her life. "Cant believe the summer is finished. This is our last year and then we enter adult-ness"

Avery laughs. Kind of. Its in between huffs of amusement and solemn. "Careful, you almost choked on the 'A' word"

Sasha frowns. Pulling her lips down into a over exaggerated pout. Who actually wants to be an adult. Other then every other teenager (drinking rights and freedom or something). But for Sasha, its more like a timer (the ones with sand in them) and its slowly running out.

Its overwhelming knowing that Sasha has to decide what she wants to do with her life, and then be responsible about it .Feels like a mid-life crisis but less midlife.

"Its just," Sasha takes a breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking again, "I feel like everything is out of control. Like I have no say in whats going to happen. Which makes no sense, because you know its my life. But everything is spinning and I need it to stop. You know what I mean?"

"Not really" Avery comments lightly. "But yeah I guess I could see why your scared"

And scared? No no Sasha is anything but scared.

"Hey," Sasha huffs, back arching up into her defence, "I am not sca -"

Her bedroom door suddenly, swinging and hitting the wall with a slight slam. A stream of light from the hallway leaks into her room. Showing off purple painted walls that were covered by the dark.

Its ten o'clock at night, what does Brad want.

And he leans (arrogantly) against her door frame as he fixes her with a gaze. Eye brows raised and judging and god, why are they related?

Some people (mainly relatives) like to comment that Sasha and Brad look sooo much alike. Sasha politely takes the insult and not so subtly rants about how different they actually are.

Like for one, Brad has dusty blonde hair. And hello, Sasha has brown hair. Like a cheap chocolate that only sometimes shimmers when she puts in that coconut stuff. And, well, Brads glitters all the time (vampire). They both have the same skin tone, kind of. The siblings taking after theirs dads somewhat native background. And Brad totally has their moms blue ocean eyes that girls love (well according to Brad). And Sasha has her fathers deep brown. Of course their face structure are kinda similar (totally beside the point) anyways. They do not look similar.

They don't.

Sasha points the phone away from her ear to glare at Brad, "What?"

Brad simply prances into the room, depositing his body onto Sashas bed. His 180 pounds of muscles jostling Sashas body. She snatches the phone that falls out of her grip, and cradles it from Brads interrogating stare. Its not like he doesnt know who shes talking to. With her two friends and all.