Someone Like Me✔(Editing)

Chapter One

Logans P.O.V
<<<<The photo above belongs to Logan Austinhood>>>>>>

"Hey! Get up you sleepy head", My sister Jasmine shouted from the other side of my bed room door.
"What?"
"We will be late idiot!"my sister snaps her voice facing as she retreats to her room.

"We certainly will be
late for our first day no matter how fast I am", I snap back pushing my dark blue duvet aside.

I swung my legs off the bed groaning. This was the forth time we had moved. Mum kept being transferred and she had to move out with us each time.
W

e were old enough to stay by ourselves if you asked me,don't tell mummy though.

My parents had divorced when we were nine and somehow mum had custody over us till we graduated from highschool. According to me,I think they divorced with no apparent reason. I mean,we were a happy family and they never quarreled;well unless they were faking. I would've chose to stay with my dad if it was an option but oh well.

If you are somehow wondering if we get to see our dad..well of course we can see him anytime we want to.It's twenty first century no one is denied the right to see his kids.But the man hasn't come to visit for like three years.

Jasmine and I are both sixteen but she always brags as being my elder sister though as a matter of fact there is a few minutes difference between us. She's a bitch so I never argue with her.

"Hey breakfast is ready.You either hurry up or you can do without it", Mum shouted from downstairs
My mother was one amazing person and always enthusiastic very unlike me.She was an angel and went an extra mile to keep us happy.

"Hi mum,"I said grabbing my bowl of cereal and kissing her cheek.
She kissed me back and started wiping the kitchen bar.

My sister came down trying to hold up her hair to a perfect bun but it came out as a messy one but she still looked good. I'm a guy but I love my sister and I know when good is good.

She picked an apple and a carton of milk and started gallivanting around trying to find her keys.

"You wouldn't mind a ride, would you?", I asked with an evil grin.

"I got my car bro...and you know that", she said with a small roll of her hazel eyes.

"I drove your car for servicing young woman" mum said with a face palm. Wooah whether she liked it or not on the first day of school, I had to drive her to school.

We raced to my black with her  managing to get there first and be in control of the stereo. We somehow had the same taste in music and some other weird things.

She kept forwarding songs till she found her particular favourite

HEAVY by Kiira and Linkin Park

I rolled down my window putting my backpack in the backseat
And joined her in crooning the song

I don't like my mind right now
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary

Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go but there is comfort in the panic