In Real Life there are no prince charming's or fairy godmother's. There is no happily ever after. In fact I'm not a princess and I do not live in a castle. I have no talking animals that guide me through life. And I certainly do not have a wicked st...
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"Where have you been?" Mom yelled at me from across the room, "Griffin and I have been terribly worried sick about you."
I slip my boots off my feet and set them in my shoe bin just a few feet away from the door, "I'm fine, I was just working late at school. I didn't realize what time it was until the—"
"I don't want to hear any excuses, I want to up in bed right now, do you hear me?" She asks in a calmer tone.
I nod, "yes, goodnight mom."
I start walking up the steps that lead to the second level, but before I'm even halfway up my step-dad says, "night, hun."
"Night," I utter and continue walking up the narrow staircase.
Exhausted I shut my door and fall straight into my bed without giving a care in the world about brushing my teeth. I throw my comforter on top of my shivering body and gently rest my head upon my soft, silk pillow and my eyes close.
* * *
My six o'clock alarm wakes me up with it's annoying sounds. I shift uncomfortably in my bed for a few minutes as I rush to find my phone that continuously blares out my wake up call.
I arch my back up in the air and toss my hand under to where my bottom previously was and I find my cell phone. As soon as it was possible, I took my index finger and pressed the red bell symbol which automatically stopped the alarm.
A quiet tapping sound abruptly starts at my door, I wipe my tired eyes and clumsily walk over and open it up, "Morning."
My older brother Eric is leaning against my door frame with an annoyed look on his face, "why were you late home last night?"
I shrug, "How is any of this you business?"
"I'm your older brother," he simply says, "I have the right to know everything."
I slam my door in his face and I hear him stumble back a few steps into the wall just outside my room. Rolling my eyes, I turn to go to my small closet and pull out a pair of black jeans and a simple white tee shirt. Once fully clothed I put on my socks and close my closet.
"Where are you?" I ask myself, as I toss my blankets all over my room in attempt to find my phone that apparently grew two legs and ran off again.
After several minutes I finally find my phone in the back of my jeans pocket, I lightly smack my forehead and mentally call myself an 'idiot.'
I stuff my phone back into my pocket after turning off all of my notifications so I won't be bombarded with news and alerts all day that will eventually cause me to get another detention.
"Edith!" Eric yells from the floor below me.
I open my door again and peer my neck out and reply, "I'm almost done!"
