A/N
Words that are bold and italicized are flashbacks.
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I groan as I roll over to stop my alarm clock which reads 7:00 a.m. Yippy, it's the first day of junior year. I throw my covers off me and get out of bed. I yawn as I walk into the bathroom. I braid my hair into two French braids and put on some light makeup.
"You look like a piece of trash, are you even wearing makeup?"
I close my eyes and lean my head back taking a deep breath.
He's gone. You're okay.
Taking another deep breath I walk to my closet and grab a simple grey shirt, black jean shorts, and white converse.
Let's hope this is alright.
I put it all on then walk out of my room and go to the kitchen. I grab a bowl, the chocolate lucky charms, and the milk.
"Morning Marlee, you just love those lucky charms, don't you?" My brother Logan asks as he walks into the kitchen. My name is Marlee Anne but everyone just calls me Marlee.
"The real question is, who doesn't?" I reply pouring my cereal into the bowl and then the milk.
"Could you get me a spoon?" I ask looking up at him. He opens the drawer and hand me a spoon.
"Thanks." I say with a small smile.
"No problem." He replies smiling back at me.
"Does football start today?" I ask before eating a spoon of cereal.
"Marlee, football started a week before school...which was last Monday." He says while laughing.
I laugh at myself, "I totally knew that."
"Mhm, sure."
Wow, he must think I'm stupid.
I stir the cereal around in the bowl.
"You need to eat less. You wouldn't want to gain more weight, would you?"
I close my eyes and set my spoon in the bowl.
Breathe.
"Marlee, I've seen this before. You have to eat."
I sigh as I pick up the spoon and keep eating. I'll just work it off after school.
"Well, we should get going." He tells me. I nod in response. I get up and put my bowl in the sink. I grab my bag before walking to the car.
The good thing about only having one sibling is that you always get shotgun. I turn on the radio and change the station about a billion times before I stop at a song I like, All My Friends by Snakeships. I start singing along, because why not? It's a good song and I don't think I have that bad of a voice.
"Marlee."
"Hm," I respond, looking over to my brother.
"Please stop singing."
"Can't you shut up. You sound like you're fucking dying."
