The Last Survivors

CHAPTER 1

I open my eyes to what seems like a horrible day. Not cause I'm always negative...well yes it's cause I'm always negative but today.....it's far worse...today......is Monday.
Yes, I said it....MONDAY ! The day that brings shivers down your spine...and this wasn't just your regular Monday, I was first on the list to deliver my speech at school....I had to. We all know that feeling, trying not to mess up, with the thought of you epically making a fool of yourself. I'm pulled out of my horrid thoughts by the irritating shrieks of my sister, it's that time of the day again, she refuses to go bath...

I jump off bed, ignore the slippers carefully placed besides my bed,yet again trying to prove to my mom that I won't die if I walk bare foot on the cold, off white tiles that reflect my ceiling lights, although I would get sick from the morning cold sipping into my body from the icey tiles beneath me, that wouldn't be such a bad idea now would it? After all that's a two day pass from school, before I make my chilling way to the door, I quickly jot back to grab my phone. It's on 20% and I probably blame Jess for it, I fell asleep texting her again....but.... luckily for me, she has her read receipts off, so she probably won't think I was ignoring her, but I certainly won't hear the last of it, I quickly send her a good morning text and put on my favourite song 'save you' by Juice WRLD

after about 20minutes waiting for my pesky sister to finish taking a bath. I decided to annoy her a bit.... what better way then to put toothpaste in her school shoes, I put on a devious smirk on my face as I empty the toothpaste inside her dreadful smelling shoes, I kinda feel sorry for the toothpaste.

I wait for it. Then it happens and I burst in laughter. She runs out her room jogging on one leg and I'm down on the floor rolling with a puddle of tears around me.

"You will pay for this!" she remarks
For the shoe or the toothpaste I ask as I pick myself up and proceed with preparations for school. After a while later. I pack my bag and meet up with everyone else downstairs in the dinning table. the helper, who I regard as a close friend of mine, has already put my favourite bowl of cereal.
"Cold " just how you like it. She said. I reply with a thank you and a huge smile. The others following me and not long we run towards the car, "I call shot gun!" I shout out and quickly slam the door behind me, My sister grins and sluggishly walks towards the back seat. Not so long my mom hops in and we take off leaving the green streets of New Germany and enter the traffic infested highway. 10min later we slow down and park by the gate of our 'welcoming' school. But that's if your one of the teachers.