"Just look in the mirror!"
"No!"
"Why?"
"Because I look terrible in this ugly uniform."
"Bee!"
"Wha- okay, I'm not a bee but WHAT?"
"Fine, I promise you won't see yourself in the mirror so just turn around."
"Wow, Nes, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard so no thanks."
So, this is our morning routine. Be the cocks that crow in the house. We have managed to not wake up the entire household for the first month in this house but I guess old habits die hard.
Back in Texas, mum and dad regretted having both of us share a room close to theirs. We never argue without the whole household knowing. So, it's either Agnes sleeps till 7:30 or we're arguing.
Right now, we are both fully dressed for school but Nes won't let me pass until I look in the mirror. I don't want to because I don't think I can ever look good in the uniform. The one I had to manage through last week was horrible enough. That's why that Boss girl had the nerve to talk to me like that.
Wait, is it Boss or Bose? Whatever.
Mum sewed me a new one and slim fitted the first one but I still don't want to know.
Nes doesn't care about all that, though. Even though we no longer share the same room, she will never quit stalking me. Me neither.
"Agnes, stop yelling. Bella, look in the mirror!" mum calls from downstairs.
"Listen to your mum," dad chips in from their room. They made sure their room is at the other end of the hallway, away from mine and Agnes'.
"Fine, but if it's no-" I stop, looking at my reflection. "Sweet cheese, it's superb. Look how shapely it is," I say, twirling.
"Did someone say shapely?"
"Um, no mum. I meant nicely decent," I draw out. Mum made it clear that if the uniform is very shapely, she would open it up. Mothers...
"Ooh, I see where this is going," Nes whispers, wiggling her brows.
"Babe, it's going nowhere," I reply, mimicking her voice.
"All them boys are gonna be drooling their eyes out at that a-"
"Agnes!" I smack her arm.
"Ow! Yes mum?" she says with a gruff voice. We both laugh.
"You really should mind your language", I admonish in my goody-two-shoes tone.
"Yeah, thanks role model," she replies. I sigh.
"Seriously, I mean it. Thanks," she states in surrender.
***
"Have you seen our next door neighbours?" Nes asks as we settle down to eat breakfast.
"No. Why?" I ask.
"You should see their sons," she says, excitedly. I furrow my brows at her.
"What? I'm fifteen. I have the right to start liking boys," she defends.
"Nes, you've been liking boys since forever."
"Whatever girl, they're cute."
"I don't care. Just shut up and eat."
"Killjoy," she mumbles, facing her food. Once we're done, we clear the table and make our way out of the house.
"Girls, come say hi to our neighbour," dad says, gesturing for us to come over to the neighbours' front yard.
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Teen Fiction"You're just a big baby. You are too cute to disobey mummy and daddy," he mocks, much to my annoyance. "Is that a challenge?" the words slip out before I know it. "Can you handle it?" he asks. *** One single challenge from her cocky neighbour and cl...
