Go Fish

~Not a morning person~

I wake with a jolt, only to narrow my eyes.  Please don't tell me...  Not for the third time this week...  Dammit.

"I know you want it!  But you're a good girl..."

Blurred Lines: hands-down the worst song of 2013.  Not to mention that this version is feat. my sister.

I slam my pillow over my bleeding ears, traumatised for the third time this week, which I do NOT appreciate.  Yes, I am one of those girls who loves her sleep; otherwise known as a T-E-E-N-A-G-E-R.  Unfortunately, I kind of know this may or may not be my fault.  Seeing as I was the one that gave her the slightly used iTunes voucher.  How was it 'slightly used', I hear you ask.  Well, let's just say that your accusing glare should NOT be directed at me.  Oh alright, if you want to play it this way be my guest.  Yes, maybe I only left £1.05 on the gift voucher, but it's the thought that counts, right?  And anyway, I seriously needed the next Made In Chelsea episode (don't judge)!  So what?  There was still something left on the card; sadly, that something was just enough for one song.  And my adorable (*cough* sarcasm *cough*) sister just had to choose that bloody song.  So not entirely my fault.

I roll out of bed and promptly decide to gracefully hug the floor.  Ouch.  You know, despite the bruise it probably just gave me, this floor feels pretty comfy right now, I might just get in another minute or two of sle-

"Leah, get off the floor, it's already 7:05!"  My mother's exasperated voice comes from about 2 inches away, and my eyes snap open.  As if this morning couldn't get any worse: I forgot that my dad jetted off to Amsterdam early this morning, and now I am stuck with my lovely mummy.

As I am not prepared for a full-blown argument this early in the morning, I pick myself up and dig some school clothes out of my wardrobe.  Oh, how I absolutely loath school uniform.  Oops, sorry, I totally meant love!  Definitely...  And to top it all off, today is a skirt day (yeuk), seeing as my mother has forgotten to do laundry.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not a total tomboy or something, but our school skirts are horrible in every way, shape and form.

Sleepy as ever, I thump down the stairs, not bothering to think about my 7-year-old brother (knowing him, my dad will be in Amsterdam before he wakes up).  Just saying, if someone made school starting before 10am illegal, I would marry the guy.

Breakfast is a bowl full of Cheerios, like it always is when my dad is away.  I grab my coat and bag and hop out the front door.  Well, I say hop, it probably looked more like a drunk person staggering out of a club; but what can I say?  I'm not a morning person.

"You're late.  Again."  Grace greets me.  Grace and I take the bus to school together, but I don't always meet her on time.  Like, ever.  I did feel bad the first few times, but by now, she should know better than to expect me to be punctual.

"Morning, sunshine!"  I reply as we walk to the bus stop.

"Anything else?"  Grace asks, expectantly.

"Ummm..."

Have I forgotten something?  Is it her birthday?  Nope, it's Februaury now and her birthday is definitely in autumn.  But maybe her dog's?  Not that either.

"Ummm...  New haircut?" I say, cringing.

Grace rolls her eyes and decides to enlighten me, "No, silly.  Look at my new Superdry bag!"  Oh, right, like I totally should have seen that coming.

During this, our bus has arrived and I reach into my pocket for my card... and almost slap myself.  I left it in the pocket of my trousers like the smart person that I am.

"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten my bus pass."

"That'll be £2.40" the Indian bus driver replies.  Since when has a 6-stop bus ride gotten so expensive?

I pull out my emergency £1.50, but I know that is all I have; so I start thinking of the long, cold walk ahead of me.  These days, bus drivers are so rude! I swear, he couldn't just let me on this once, could he?  It's not like people ever come on the buses checking your passes, anyway.  Actually, knowing my luck this morning, that's exactly what would happen.

"Oh fine," Grace huffs, dumping £1 into my hand, "now stop looking at me in surprise, just don't make the bus wait any longer!"  Aw, what a lovely girl.

A/N

Hi! This is the first chapter of my first-ever Wattpad book, so it was kinda an experiment! I had no idea how short it looks on Wattpad compared to in my notebook... So I promise a longer next chapter, BUT (and this may be a big but), that means it takes longer to write. I apologise in advance but please don't abandon this book!

I dedicated this to RaeOfSunshine448 because she is one of my bestest friends and she was the one who really got me into Wattpad! She is an amazing writer and I love reading her books!

Bye for now!

Sonia xxx