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"8:15" a voice says to me.

Monday. A new school. Students.

Faces I don't want to see.

Then a pillow is thrown at me.

"I don't feel like school" I groan

"Well, you don't have a choice. You won't give a good first impression to your classmates by being late on your first day" says the voice I recognise as my big brother Ryan.

I lift my head up and push my messy hair back.

"Is this one of your douche methods on taunting me about school" I scowl at him

"Get up, I still have to drop you both off before heading off to uni" he smirks

"Okay get out" I say

He walks out of my room and I get out of my bed and walk over to my full length mirror to see how old I look. Some days I look about 30, some days 10. 18 happens once in a while. My true age is 17, my brothers call me the family's baby when Ethan is barely a year older than me. Ethan is my youngest brother. He's eighteen but treats us like he's 25. My eyes fall to the crystal rock necklace dangling on my neck. It was one of the items in my mother's rose quartz stone collection. The collection was handed down to me when I was six. My grandfather owned a law firm which was handed down to my father when he died and now is managed by my dad. My father is a lawyer and my mother a dentist. When I was a child she would make me brush my teeth three times a day and I still continue the tradition till today. I got braces on my teeth when I was thirteen from the dentist my mother opened up with one of her university friends. My mother owns 75% of the shares, she wanted to buy as many as she could but her partner Diana bought the 25% left.

Today is my first day in a proper school. After being homeschooled all my life. I have to complete year 11 and 12 in an actual school before I can sit my university exams. The idea makes me nauseous.

I walk to my wardrobe and pick an outfit that doesn't make me stick out. I don't want too much attention on my first day. Especially since girls get really annoyed when you look better than them, well that's what tips-on-how-to-survive-highschool taught me.

I end up choosing a plain dark red dress that falls midway on my thighs. I'm the most boring person on this planet.

I run my fingers through my unruly hair and wipe the sleep under my eyes to make me look awake. Usually I would be a bit more interested in looking my best for my first day of proper school and doing my hair but today I'm just really nervous. I tie my hair up and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Once I'm done brushing my teeth, I walk back into my bedroom and do my light brown hair into a loose braid on my left shoulder. I sit on the floor and try to conceal the sleeplessness under my eyes with a little bit of concealer. I change my nose ring to one with a ruby stone so it matches my dress. I grab my eyebrow wiz and fill in my eyebrows to give them an actual shape and define them. I like my eyebrow shape but I don't have enough hair in my brows so I have to fill them the hell in. I curl my lashes and apply some mascara and clear lip gloss.

Once I'm satisfied with my appearance I throw my textbooks in my bag and take my advanced textbook in my arms, (it's the biggest and surely the heaviest one) and head downstairs.