The Misfits - We're a Wild Bunch

Chapter 1- Alex

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I opened my eyes and groaned. I rolled over and turned on my phone, only to be blinded by the screen.

"Argh!" I dropped the phone and retreated under the covers. Black spots danced in my vision as I nursed my nearly-blinded eyes. Oh, it was so warm under here. I might stay here a bit longer... I thought. I began to drift off...

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

I shot out the covers and slammed my hand on the alarm. It stopped, and I heard an audible crack. I looked down at the alarm in the dim room, not seeing anything. I padded over to the curtains and pulled them open. Squinting through the sudden light, I admired the view- a brick wall.

I doubled back to my bed and checked the alarm. Turning it over, I hung my head. A thick crack ran through the base of my alarm and the screen. This would be the third alarm this month.

And no, I don't always break my alarms with excessive force. Sometimes I drop them or spill water over it. And sometimes they just break.

Okay, that last one is a lie.

I quickly put back my alarm on the bedstand and check my phone.

You have 6 new notifications from The Sexy Year 10s.

mistyallardyce: hey babes! who's up?

scartheunicorn: No. Go back to sleep Misty.

mistyallardyce: uh no, it's a Monday. Also known as Tutoring Time for Leooo :)

leo_the_fabulous: NO!
leo_the_fabulous: GO TO HELL TUTORING

mistyallardyce: :(

I laugh. Only Misty is capable of not being grumpy on a Monday morning. I switch off my phone and start getting ready. I go to the bathroom and face my appearance. Good God.

My dirty blonde hair was a mess- I looked like Anna from Frozen when she first wakes up. I grabbed my hair brush and got stuck in. Literally.

10 minutes later, my hair was respectable, and it actually looked like hair- gasp! I focused on my face next. Everything looked fine, so I brushed my teeth and marched out of the bathroom and opened my wardrobe. I threw on jeans and a Spiderman t-shirt, not bothering to dress up. I grabbed some Converse and my skates before heading out the bedroom and to the kitchen.

I ripped open a Pop-Tart and shoved it in the toaster, pouring some orange juice while waiting. I heard bare feet slapping on the floor and smiled.

"Hey Casper." I said casually, drinking the orange juice. My six-year-old brother glared at me with sleepy eyes.

"Hi." Casper responded slowly.

My Pop-Tart sprung from the toaster and I started eating. "What lessons do you have today?"

Casper shrugged. "You ask me every day."

"I'm trying to make conversation, okay. Don't ruin it, keep going."

"Okay." Casper said, and I hung my head. And here lies this conversation.

"What do you want for breakfast Cass?" I asked, opening the fridge.

"Too early. Bed." Casper turned around and headed back to his room.

I shrugged and finished my Pop-Tart. I slid on my skates and my helmet. I flicked through my phone to find my Monday playlist when a message came up.

Joe: Alex have u done the maths hwrk?

Maths homework? I quickly typed out a reply.

Alex: What maths homework?