Spec (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4- No pancakes

Pic of Cam above 😍
"Xalia!"

I groaned and pulled my pillow over my ears, burying myself further into my comforter.

"XALIA WALDING GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Ladies and gentlemen, the loveliness that is my mother.

"Don't make me send Jay in there!"

I shot up quickly.

"I'M UP MOM!"

I definitely didn't want her to send Jay into my room.

Jayden is my younger brother, he's five and a real dipshit. Last time Mom sent him in my room to wake me up he jumped on me, then spat in my ear screaming 'wake up xay xay!' Yup, he's an annoying dipshit.

Unfortunately, during my quick dash up I managed to face plant off of my bed, proceeding to whack my arm and leg in my cabinet before landing face first.

This is the problem with being practically blind, and needing to have glasses on twenty four seven!

"Haha, that's so going on youtube!"

I looked up to see Kyle, my eleven year old brother who seems to be obsessed with getting famous via youtube. He's always looking for things to video that he can post and become, and I quote 'an overnight you tubing sensation.'

"Oh piss off Ky." I grumble, pushing myself off my carpeted floor.

"I'm telling Mom." He screams running away.

I sigh walking over to my walk in wardrobe.

Despite me not being a fake popular bitch with money, I am a weirdo who's parents are loaded. Both of my parents work for their own law firm which they have been very successful with.

I sift through my clothes before giving up on finding a nice looking outfit, (honestly,what's the point?) and pull out a blue t-shirt, black jeans and a random hoodie to throw on.

I then pick up my glasses from my bedside table and up them on, finally being able to see the world properly.

"NONE OF YOU ARE GONNA GET BREAKFAST IF YOU DONT HURRY UP! YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"

I huff before hurriedly pulling on my black converse and quickly throwing my hair up into a messy bun.

I look at myself in the mirror and sigh.

My Mom has always said that I should wear my hair down because it looks better than my 'scruffy look.' But I honestly cannot be bothered to tame the beast that is my hair. My hair is quite long, it hangs just below my shoulders in tight curls that seem to be everywhere. It is midnight black naturally and is so knotty and unkempt that I honestly don't know what to do with it most days.

My eyes look dull and lifeless. The green of them dulling in their normal vibrant shade. I have bags under my eyes, and...do you know what? I think my bags, have bags.

My skin is naturally tanned, I have a tone that most girls have to work for ages to get.

I look down at my scruffy jeans and sigh. If I had an older sister she could actually make me look like a girl! She could teach me how to be popular, how to deal with bullies, how to look good on a regular basis, how to do my hair, how to do make up... But all I got was Dan and Cam.

I shuffle my feet down the stairs and make my way towards the kitchen.
The smell of pancakes and freshly cooked waffles sifts through the air and I let out a breath of delight.

"Dan! You can't always have the last waffle just because you're older! I'm eleven and a growing boy so gimme!"

I should've known.