Chapter 1: School sucks, and so does your face.
"Check it out, going out, on the late night.
Looking tight, feeling nice just a cock fight.
I can tell, I just know, that it's going down, toni-" I slam my hand down on my alarm, "U and Ur hand by P!nk" is playing.
It's six in the morning, I don't have to get up at this time every day. Only Wednesdays, Fridays and every other Monday. I'm at my dad’s every Tuesday, Thursday, and every other weekend. He lives exactly 7 minutes and 38 seconds (without traffic, going between 40-60 mph) away from my mom.
My schedule for school is:
First hour: Math
Second hour: Language arts
Third hour: Gym
Fourth hour: History
--Lunch--
Fifth hour: elective (Movie and Picture production)
Sixth hour: science
Seventh hour: Greek Mythology
Eighth hour: Advisory
I take a shower, quick one, it was 5 minutes and 4 seconds. It's my record. My dad hates it when I'm late, I throw on my cloths and pick up my homework from last night, even though it's the second day of school. shove it in my backpack, get my boots on and run for the door.
My brothers are already up, my oldest brother, Kyal, is 25 he's just visiting from the marines corps. My second oldest brother J.J., is 23 and is in the air force, visiting after being stationed in Afghanistan. Then it's Ryan, who is nineteen and is just out of boot camp for two weeks, he's in the navy. My dad was in the army, but now retired cause he's old, fifty years old. Which isn't actually old but he was a four star general. Don't ask me how he did it, cause I have no idea.
Then there is me, I'm seventeen and in my last year of high school. After me it's Leo he is fifteen. Then Jason who is thirteen. Then finally David who is eleven. Now we don't live in a normal three story house. No we live in a mansion. Six stories! It's an old house built in the early 1920's, our land is 6 acres long, and I have my own horse.
The first floor are the living area and kitchen/ dining area. The second floor are the bedrooms ten of them, five on one side, five on the other. The third floor is the training room, half of it is a pool, the other half is a basketball court and a track going around the whole outside of the room.
The fourth floor is the game rooms and a gym. Also an art/dance room for me. It has a built in library, my favorite place other than my bedroom.
The fifth floor has some spare bedrooms and a huge library. It also has a movie theater. And last but not least is the sixth floor, or better known as the relaxing floor. It's full of everything, massage chairs, hot tub / Jacuzzi. Full spa gear, TVs and more.
All the bedrooms have a sort of identical feel to it, so I only have to describe mine. When you walk in it's a large room, like a big classroom large room. The door is on the right side of the room, but instantly opens up into a tealish color room. It has hardwood floors, except for the rugs.
The rugs are very decorative, and fancy. My bed was one of those princess type ones, where it is a king size bed but has four tall posts, and sheets that are not see through falling to the bottom of the floor. It was not pink or purple, but black. But see here, I'm not emo, or a goth. I just like it dark so no one can barge in there and see what I'm working on.
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