Chapter 1:
I turn off my alarm clock and feel my eyes burning, so i open them to a bright blinding light, which causes my eyes to flutter back closed. I take a moment to adjust and open my eyes once again. The curtains were opened, and I know very well who opened them. Mark. He knew I hating waking up with lights penetrating my eyes. Infact, everyone who knew me knew this. Mark is my brother. Hes 13, 5 years younger than me and also the worlds most annoying brother. Of course he opened them because yesterday he was playing with his PlayStation when he was supposed to help with the chores and I told mom. She grounded him and he cant play video games for 2 weeks. He thought of getting his revenge, and since Im the happiest person when I wake up (note the sarcasm), this was his way of getting back at me. Well, I guess he succeeded. I groan as I get myself off the bed and make my way to the bathroom to take a quick warm shower and brush my teeth. Today is the first day of university. I am so nervous. I cant believe I am already 18 and that Im starting university this very day. I enrolled in Medicine at Kelt University. Its the most popular university around where I live. Ive always wanted to be a doctor and always have been good at Biology. Its just so interesting.
Once Im done and wore my clothes I make my way downstairs to the lovely and delicious smell of egg omelet and sausages. Mm... My favorite. My mum always knows how to cheer me up. I enter the kitchen and see mark sitting on a chair and my father sitting right next to him. I glare at him, but he just looks away. Oh Ill show you what its like to mess with me, mark. Just you wait. I trod towards the table and towards my mum who was sitting with her back faced towards me and I hug her from behind. She looked up at me.
"Oh honey, youre finally awake. I thought I would have to come wake you up for your first day of school" she said, surprised.
"Yeah mom, someone decided to wake me up with a kiss on my cheek." I said, glaring at Mark sitting on the chair opposite of mom, to which he smiled back innocently.
"Rose, honey, come sit down and have your breakfast, you have class in an hour." She said, pointing at the chair beside her.
My father chose this moment to look up from his newspaper. My father is an old man, he chose to retire early so all he does is sit down to read newspapers, or watch television or hangout with his brother. He never really contributed much in this household. It was mainly my moms efforts. I dont hate him, but I cant say I love him either. I appreciate he worked hard to put a roof over us and food on the table, but if only he paid more attention to us. Regardless, hes my father and he still means so much to me.
"How are you feeling Rose? Youll be starting school today" He said, drinking coffee from his mug.
Uhm. I thought for a second. How should I feel? Like an adult? No I dont. Although I should be because going into university means I should be responsible for doing things on my own, and learning how to be independent and not having to rely on my father to pay for everything I want. But I dont think Ill ever be an adult. There will always be that inner child in me, demanding to lead the way. But of course I cant tell my dad this, so I say, "I feel nervous, but at the same time excited. Like I hope I make friends easily and that the first week goes well, but Im not going to complain when I havent even started the first day."
My brother looked up from his phone at me, "youre hardly going to make any friends with that personality and attitude of yours," he snorted.
"Mark, please, look whos talking about attitude. Its your profession isnt it? And for the record, no one asked you to open your mouth." I retorted back at him. God, does he have to be annoying? Sometimes I wish I didnt have a younger brother. They are just so. Freaking. Annoying.
"Enough of this, you two. Rose go freshen up and get ready for college. And mark, stop messing with your sister and go get ready for school." My mother interrupted our little heated discussion, which Im grateful for, because if he did reply back I wouldve got up and strangled him to death.
