Getting to Know a Yaujta

Chap 1

Intro

"SOPHIE! GET UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"

I wake up with a jolt. I fell asleep while doing my homework. Again. I adjusted my blue framed glasses which had made its way to my forehead.

Sophie. That's me, it's a pretty decent name if you ask my opinion, although I have to admit that the things that come to mind when I think about my name are 'soft' and 'defenseless'. Shouldn't 'Sophies' be bubbly and happy? Soft spoken maybe? Other Sophies might think otherwise, but even though I accept my name, I ponder on it sometimes.

Better get up. I groan, I quick shower and a change of clothes. Okay, listen up, I'll only say this once. This is what I usually wear, and what I look like.

A white T-shirt is simple enough for me, it's not tight(I don't have much breast to show off anyway), I'm a medium. I'm five foot two(I like even numbers)I wear blue jeans, they're not tight fitting but they're not loose, they're not perfect either, nothing in my life is. They just work. Sneakers make up everything my feet have known since I was 7. I'm usually wearing a fleece, depending on the weather, it's either thick or light. My arms have not seen sunlight in years. My hair's usually in a low ponytail, but there's always hair in my face, even just strands at the side of my face, but there has to be hair, I feel exposed if otherwise.

"SOPHIE!"

"I'm coming I'm coming-ow!" I bump into something in the hallway.

"Watch it, Braindead!" correction, it's my brother, but he's considered an 'it', right?

"Kiss off, Monkeydung!"

Josh is the worst brother you can imagine times ten, girls might think him attractive, but he's been my eternal tormenter since infancy.

"Blubberbutt!"

"Neanderthal!"

"Nerd!"

"KIDS, TABLE, NOW!" my mother is an amazing woman. With great vocal chords.

We made our way to the table, Josh started digging into the plate of pancakes like a savage, I decided to be more polite, "Good morning, Mom."

"Morning, sweetheart," she said over her shoulder as she brewed her morning coffee. "Morning to you too, Joshua…"

"Gmormfh" Josh didn't look up from his plate once.

My dad came from the hallway, he was putting on his grey blazer, "Coffee for two?"

He gave mom a peck on the lips.

"You know it," she responded.

I found the moment endearing, Josh on the other hand took this time to gag. I scoff, "You act like such a ten-year-old…"

He shrugs. There's syrup rolling down his chin, he's 17 but he acts 7...

"No fighting you two," I hear my dad say, "Sophie, eat up."

"Kay."

Unlike Josh, I take people bites.

School's the same as it's been all my life, mom had said once 'things'll be better when you get to highschool' I never believed her. I mean, why is high school any better than any other division? High school means peer pressure, more homework, and puberty, and let's not forget sex, everyone expects you to lose your virginity for some reason…I haven't. Not that anyone's asking…

Josh and me go to the same school but we act like we don't know each other, it's the only thing we agree on. Josh has a group of friends as retarded as he is, they don't know I'm his sister, I like it better that way. Some of them drool and it's not a pleasant sight.