Not Exactly Cliché

Chapter 1

    BEEP

    BEEP

    “Ugh! Where’s that stupid alarm,” I mumble, my fingers flying around my bedside table. I finally touch the wretched thing and smack it with as much force as I can muster with it being 6:30 in the morning.

    I roll over, preparing the jump up, when I remember what day it is. Groaning, I snuggle back into my covers. Nope. No way am I going to-

    “GET YOUR ASS UP! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE ON YOUR FIRST DAY!!” My mom yells, banging on my door.

     Leave it to her to kill my hopes.

     Maybe I can say I'm getting really strong cramps or something so I can skip. I’m just not ready to deal with all those people because I just know they're going to be rude to the ‘new girl’. Douchebags.

     My family and I just moved here from New York about a week and a half ago. We're trying to get a new start, new places new experiences since the past ones weren't the best. My mom was the one who thought the move would be best for us, and though I agreed my brother, Kyle, didnt. He didn't want to leave his friends and everyone behind. The poor kid isn't so great at adjusting.

    I jump up and go to my closet, grabbing a random pair of dark wash ripped jeans, a red v-neck shirt, and all black Converse. I guess this will have to do. I jump in the shower and start shampooing my hair. Rinsing and repeating to try to postpone my doom.

      I'm not the average girl who spends hours on end getting ready, which I think is kind of dumb. People should use their natural beauty and shit. But I now wish I was one of those girls so I would have an excuse not to go (such as not having enough time to get ready) or even getting to be late. But luckily I was born with naturally wavey, curly hair that I actually like, these cool hazel green eyes that pop on their own and tanned skin. Yet in this situation its not so lucky.

     I change in the bathroom and go back to my room for my bag, consisting of my phone, keys, and school supplies. My next, and favorite part of the morning; breakfast! I rush downstairs, my stomach grumbling and get a whiff of blueberry pancakes. I hop on the island in the middle of the kitchen and watch my ma finish the last one.

     "Hey mama, what are we having with the pancakes?" I ask with a hopeful tone.

     "Hey! Off the counter! You're lucky I'm making anything at all. But there's bacon in the oven. Could you pull it out for me and get your brother up?"

     Ugh. Going to the doorway to the kitchen I yell, "KYLE!! GET YOUR BUTT UP AND READY UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO COME UP THERE AND DO IT MYSELF." Then add, "AND I WONT BE GENTLE!", for affect. I can tell my mom's rolling her eyes because that kid didn't believe me the first time I said it, and now he gets ready like nobodies business when I threaten him. Serves him right. " There mom. Now can I have my food?"

     "Yeah, yeah. Just take this and hurry up. I don't want you late the first day," then she says something under her breath, but I know better than to ask what.

     Just as I'm sitting down to devour the yumminess in front of me, Kyle comes flying down the stairs with his backpack in one hand and his pants in the other. "I'm up! Can I get some food?" Ma grumbles a yes and puts it on the table for him. If you can't tell shes not a morning person. Try her again after her third cup of coffee and she's all smiles and sunshine.

     "So Kyle," I say when I finish my food, "you ready for you first day of high school?"

     I know he's been nervous about it since we moved here, 'cause now he won't have anybody he knows, but I won't let anything happen to him. He may be a little punk, but I love him like my own kid.

     "Yeah, I just got to get it over with, ya know? And I should be able to make friends. So I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be. As long as theres not any pop quizes or anything like that. Or what if they're in the middle of learning something I have no idea what it is? then we have to write a paper on it. do you think they would make me do the essay too? Oh no..." He rambles, pulling on his pants while ignore him and chow down.

     "Good, because we leave in about 5 minutes. Be ready to walk out the door by then." I go back upstairs to brush my teeth, fluff my hair, and put in my contacts. My vision is a 20/70. Horrible I know.

     I jog back downstairs and grab my stuff, shouting a "Bye ma love ya!" over my shoulder as I walk out of the door and to my car. I love her, she's a black 69' dodge charger with dark red leather finish on the inside. Such a beauty. I roll down the windows and blast my music, thumping my thumbs against the steering wheel and singing along when Kyle comes running out and hops in the passenger seat.

     We visited Drovin High School over the weekend and its not too far. Its huge too. Kyle is a freshman and part of the largest class, while I'm a Junior, part of the 2nd smallest class next to the Seniors. But they are anything but small. there is about 2,600 students going to Drovin, around 600 of which are Juniors.

     My music is still pretty loud when I pull into the parking lot and stop the car. I roll up the windows and turn to face my little brother.

     "Ready?" I ask with a smile.

     "Let's just get this over with."

     And so we get out of the car and walk into the school like bosses. People keep staring at us, but we ignore them and go straight into the office. I was hoping we could get some sort of tour as it is our first day and this school is huge but the last barely even looks up from her screen so I don't bother asking.

    After getting our schedules and lockers we go our different ways, hoping to make it to class on time. I look back to see Kyle pushing his way through people and looking around like a lost puppy.

     I hope he has a good day. I know how that kid is and if he doesn't make friends fast he'll be in a mood for awhile.

     I finally get to class and sit in the back as the late bell rings and people settle into their seats. The teacher walks in and says,"Morning class. Today we are going to.." I tune out as she drones on about physics. After a while the class gets unusually quiet so I look up, only to see the teacher glaring at me.

     "And who are you, miss," she asks me, her voice dripping venom. I can tell she's a bitch.

     "I'm your new student, Alana."

     "Well, Alana, next time talk to me before you sit down," she hisses, and I swear I saw spit fly.

     "I'm sorry, you were just so focused on what you were teaching and I didn't want to seem disrespectful so I was going to wait," I reply in a cloying voice.

     "At this school we do not tolerate sass, or backtalk. And it is expected to talk to the teacher straight away young lady. Now be quiet and do your work."

     She sits behind her desk, looking up every few seconds to shoot random kids a glare.

     This year is going to suck.

Sorry its kind of short but I'm hoping to make them longer the farther into the book I get.