I awoke to the sound of my twin brothers arguing about who gets the last bowl of Frosted Flakes (their favourite cereal). I looked at my phone and the time read 6 o'clock am. I yawned, stretched and dragged myself out of bed. I sluggishly walked to the bathroom and relieved myself. I also washed my hands and face. Then skipped out to the kitchen, where my brother Zack had my other brother Luke in a headlock. While they were fighting I grabbed the last bowl of Frosted Flakes, poured milk into the bowl and sat down to eat. I was almost done the cereal when they finally noticed it was missing. They both looked at me and said in unison "Hey! I was going to eat that!"
I replied smugly with a grin on my face: "Now you can both stop wasting time fighting about who gets the last bowl of Frosted Flakes, and start to get ready for school. By the way, you're welcome."
I strolled to my room and shut the door. I could still hear my brothers complaining through the paper thin walls. I grabbed the clothes I set out the night before, and carried my clothes and shower items to the bathroom. I started the water, got undressed and by then it was warm. I jumped in the shower and felt the warm water run over my body, causing sensations I've felt by thinking of cute boy band members.
I finished washing my hair and body. I stepped out of the tub, dried off and got dressed. I ran a brush through my long hair and decided to leave it down, for once.
I opened the door, and was surprised that I couldn't hear my brothers bickering over which of them is driving today. I grabbed my backpack and swung it over my shoulder. I checked the time on my phone and it said 6:45am, but the boys were gone. Weird.
I sighed and walked out the front door. I sat on the front steps wondering how I was going to get to school on time. I looked around, enjoying the cool air on my face, when I saw a figure from the corner of my eye. It was Jonathan Stewart, my neighbour. He was staring at me...
