I woke up to my annoying alarm blaring loudly. I groan before sitting up and turning it off. I sigh and get out of bed. It's Monday and boy do I hate Mondays. Mondays mean school. School means boredom. And boredom means a long day.
I go downstairs to make breakfast for my two little brothers. They're 13 and they're twins with brown hair and blue eyes. Tommy is into sports, whereas Eddy loves music. As for me I have no interests beside reading. Lucky for me they are old enough to get ready for school and walk themselves so I don't have to anymore. Our dad is always at work and when he's not , he is asleep. Our mom is no longer in the picture. So 85% of the time it's just me and my brothers. The other times my brothers are at a friends house. It's been like this since our mom left, 5 years ago.
I put the pancakes and eggs on three plates and called down the boys for breakfast. I make breakfast every morning because I have late arrival for school. I made sure that I could arrive to school late so I could make sure that they get ready and to school on time and still give me time to get ready.
When they were done eating they both went off to school but not before telling me they are going to a friends house after school. Once they were gone I had finished eating and then put the dirty dishes in the sink for me to clean later. Then I went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for a long day of school.
Once I got out of the shower I put on some black Nike sweats and a baggy hoodie, my typical Monday attire. It's mid October so it's a little chilly and my school is always weirdly cold. I blow dry my hair and then braid it into two long French braids. I have long blonde hair, the opposite of my brothers. Our dad has brown hair whereas our mom has blonde hair. I then put on some mascara and then head into my room.
Once in my room I go to my closet and take out my black running shoes to put on for the day. I gather up all the homework I spent almost all night doing. I put it all in my bag and zip it up. I still have thirty minutes until I have to leave for school so I grab the book I'm currently reading from my nightstand and continue reading. It's called "Twisted" and I have two chapters left.
It only take me ten minutes to finish the book, leaving me with about twenty minutes left before I have to go to school. I decide to take that time and do the dishes so I won't have to deal with them after school. I do mostly everything around the house. I've tried to get my brothers to do chores but it's kind of pointless considering they're hardly ever here. I don't mind really it's been this way since I was 12.
After that I start my walk to school. We live two blocks away from the high school and four away from the middle school. The only person in the family who has a car is my dad. I never really had a reason for a car considering I can easily walk to school and my best friend, Sydney, drives me around when we hang out. After five minutes of walking I can see the entrance of the school and I silently groan because I mean it's school.
When I arrive at my locker there's still about eight minutes until the bell rings, ending first period. I put in my locker combo and open up my locker to grab my history book. I make my way over to Sydney's locker and wait for her. We have history together so it's our routine for me to meet her at her locker after first period or vise versa.
The bell finally rings and I see my best friend bounce down the hallway towards me. She's completely happy 24/7 and I don't understand how. She's rarely ever in a bad mood and she can instantly tell when something is wrong. She lights up the room with positivity and that's what I love most about her. She smiles when she sees me and I can't help but smile back.
"Hey bitch." That's what she says to me every morning. She has a bad tendency to curse like a sailor and it definitely doesn't fit her personality.
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Dangerously in Love
Teen FictionSamantha Rose has a broken family. She takes care of herself and her brothers when they are home. She gets good grades and doesn't get into trouble. She's the definition of good girl. Liam Rutherford comes from a wealthy family. He has no siblings...