screeching, loud screeching, ear splitting screeching. "ugh" i groaned, but it came out as more of a scream. i grabbed the ends of my pillow and folded them over my head creating a barrier between my brain, and the sound. but it didn't help. "margot!" my sister screamed from her room, obviously annoyed. "alright!" i screamed back. i reached over my stack of pillows to my bedside table and smacked my alarm clock. i pounded my fist against it 3 times and it finally silenced. i sat up with a stretch and breathed out "third times a charm" before getting out of bed. i folded my comforter over my bed in an effort to make my room look presentable. "dad said to get up" my little brother peeked his head through my door. "tell him i am up" i didn't even look at him, and shoved a hoodie over my head. "and turn the heater on!" i shouted after him. i trudged to the my bathroom and did my morning rituals, smacking my lips together becoming accustomed to my minty breath. i towel dried my hair, while picking an outfit and laying it on my bed. after drying off i got dressed, looking at myself through the mirror, holding a bobby pin in between my lips as i tucked my striped turtle neck into my mom jeans. i pulled my socks on, and laced up my dark blue old skool vans. i brushed my hair and clipped one side back with my bobby pin to keep it out of my eye. i grabbed my backpack and put an extra blue scrunchy around my wrist and went downstairs. "mornin' honey" my dad kissed my forehead and placed a plate of toast on the counter top. my little brother and sister scarfing down theirs. "alright" my dad spoke sipping his black coffee. "jack's got soccer practice till 7" dad said motioning towards my 11 year old brother, "and marcy's got ballet till 7:45" he motioned to my 8 year old sister. "and margot's got nothing cuz' she's a loner" jack spit some toast at me while trying to tease with his mouth full. "shut up" i said, smacking his buzz-cut head hard making sure it'd leave a bruise. "you sure you'll be alright home alone for 5 hours?" dad looked at me through his furrowed brow. "yeah, i'm 15, not 5" i joked, before grabbing my backpack and leaving.
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