Possessive Love

Chapter #1

I evicted the blaring alarm by swiping it off of the nightstand with a sleepy arm.

I jumped out of bed, tripping on the cord of the alarm as I did. After untangling my foot and muting the clock, I kicked it under the bed before hurrying toward my bathroom, quickly starting the shower.

I braced myself for the numbing water as I stripped and stepped in. A quick shower was essential on school days, that was for sure.

I dressed causally, a blouse, jeans and boots. Making an impression was hardly doted on.

I was your typical 5'6, hazel eyed, brown haired senior girl.

If I were to describe myself I'd say Im pretty ordinary. But I had nothing agaisnt that. They did say its on the inside that counts, right?

If I were to go into detail I'd also describe the way my hair shimmered red in the sun, my freckles, which danced along the red tinted cheeks of my irish skin and how my eyes shadowed their true color, unless gleamed by the sun.

Dazzling, emerald green, complemented with a warm brown.

After applying make-up and finishing off my mid lengthed, blow dried hair with a straightener, I rushed down the stairs, inspecting the time.

Fifteen minutes.

I greeted my mom, a blue eyed red head of course, and plopped down at the table, eating as much as I possibly could.

"Dad already gone?" I asked, taking a sip of the chocolate milk in front of me.

"Hey," Brady cried, snatching the plastic cup from my hand. I nearly choked, mid swallow. "That's mine!"

I wiped my mouth with my hand and gave a goofy smile as I watched him pour me my own glass.

My thank you resonated as "brehbroo," do to how quick I was chugging the cold drink.

"Yeah dad's gone already, should be home around three - Brady! You need to get dressed! Your not gonna be late again." Mom scolded Brady, tossing an oven mit at his head, causing me to laugh as I reached for my phone.

Ten minutes.

"Okay, God, I don't even like third grade, its gay." he said bitterly, throwing his plate in the sink.

"Brady!" Mom hit him on the side of the head. He only laughed. I sat back, smiling and enjoying the scene. "Dressed. Now!"

He mumbled as he made his way toward the stairs.

He was short for his age, which he got made fun of for, once and a while.

One day at dinner he opened up and asked to be taken to the doctor for help with getting taller. After that day I never knew which third grader deserved my death glare and which didn't.

He was quite the charmer with his bright, white, dimpled smile, though.

He had moms blue eyes, which is why I considered him the lucky one. Their eye's were to die for. He had freckles along his cheeks which were beyond adorable and he was just cute overall.

All siblings fought, anyone knew that. I loved my little brother, anyone knew that, too.

"Alright, time to go," I said as I slung my bag over my shoulder, grabbing my phone as I did.

"Love you!" Mom called over her shoulder.

I bounded out the door and drove to Grace's house knowing Ellie and April were there. I was well over the speed limit as I dug in the glove compartment for gum.