Illéa Academy (A Maxerica Story)

Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: all characters belong to Kiera Cass. Only a few I made myself.

Juuuust wanted to clear that up.

Ok and on to reading

" beep beep beep beep beep......"

I groaned groggily and patted the inside of my bed until I found the hammer. Taking it out of the sheets, I smashed the alarm clock to pieces until I was satisfied. Then I swung my legs off the bed and stood up. 

I walked over to my dresser and threw on a pair of light skinny jeans and my favorite blue Gap hoodie. Satisfied, I walked out of my room and across the hall to the bathroom. I threw my fiery red hair into a high messy bun on top of my head and brushed my teeth. 

I stared to go down the stairs before I realized I forgot the most important part of my outfit. I ran back into my room and grabbed my songbird necklace off my dresser. I put it on whilst walking down the stairs. 

Who even uses the word "whilst"? I thought to myself.

Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. I'm America Singer. Just a regular teenage girl who has wild dreams and crazy habits. I should probably describe myself better since the only feature you know about me is my red hair and the fact that I smash my alarm clock with a hammer every Friday morning. Yes, my hair. It's Red. Some people have faded red hair, or light red hair. Some even have "red hair" that doesn't even look red.  No. My hair is RED red. Super red. Fiery red. However you want to put it. Enough about my hair. My eyes are apperently "pools of pure blue ice with flecks of silver drifting around in the icy waters" or so to speak. 

That's how Aspen always described them. 

Oh.

Aspen.

I frowned at the thought but quickly waved it aside. I don't need him.

"AMES!!!" Someone squealed behind me.

I turned and saw..... Me. Well not me, but the girl looked pretty darn close. May was the exact copy of me, only younger. She's a fourteen year old with the personality and attitude of an 8 year old. She's also my sister. 

"You look sooooooooooo pretty!" May half yelled, exaggerating the "o" on "so".

I giggled and tickled her only to receive an armoda of tickles back. We both fell on the floor laughing so hard that we didn't notice Gerad was standing there until he said,

"Girls are so loud."

May and I stopped laughing and looked at Gerad, our 7 year old brother. Then we looked at each other with devilish grins and nodded. 

May lunged first and attacked Gerad with her fingers, tickling him everywhere. I waited until Gerad was on the floor, laughing, until I started tickling him. All three of were laughing and tickling each other for what seemed like forever before we were interrupted by an "eh hem."

We stopped and looked up only to see mom standing there, arms crossed, with a stern look on her face. 

"May, Gerad, go get breakfast," she waved them off and then turned to me, "and you," she pointed at me, "you should be packing, missy." 

Crud. 

I was supposed to pack for Illea Academy today!

I stood and gave mom an apologetic look. "Right, sorry mom. I'll get to it right now."

"Thank  you America. Would you like me to call someone over to help you?"

"Sure."

And with that, she left.