CHAPTER ONE
“Wake up honey, you wouldn’t want to be late on your first day of high school.” I heard my mom say as she gently shook my shoulders. Rubbing my eyes, I slowly got up from bed obviously half-awake. As I stand up I felt the world came crashing down and a loud ‘thud’ echoed in the room.
My mom quickly turned and sighed longingly before finally disappeared in the door. I sighed too, how come I get to be tangled up in my blanket so early in the morn—‘thud’.
‘sigh’ I haven’t even finished my thought yet and here I am, my face in planted in the floor again. “Ow, this one’s gonna leave a mark.” I groaned as I got up, this time removing the blanket from my feet before standing up.
Not all my days start like this, but yes, I’m a natural klutz. I took a quick shower carefully not slipping into anything, which was a miracle, since I did not. Last time I did I had to be taken to the hospital because the found me unconscious in the bathroom, pitiful, I know.
I had trouble picking my wardrobe for today since it’s the first day of school, it’ll be the one to leave an impression. In the end, I chose to wear my comfy black jeans and matched it with a white shirt with a black bold text that says: Hey, I accidentally fell in love with you.
Haha, my best friend—Vanessa—bought that for me as a gift.She was grinning like an idiot when she gave it to me like it had some sort of secret joke. It goes with a bet that I’ll “accidentally fall in love” someday but I didn’t get the whole notion of that so I shrugged it off, I knew I was a klutz but that didn’t really make any sense.
When I glanced at the clock I cursed. Crap. I’m gonna be late! I hurriedly grabbed my black sneakers with white shoelaces, it’s my favorite. I shoved all the things I think I need in my black backpack. Yes, my favorite color is black but I’m not emo or punk and I have absolutely nothing against them. Personally I like their sense of style but I wouldn’t bother trying it on. Emo klutz? Punk Klutz? Not a great idea.
I ran down the stairs praying to God that I would slip dow—n. I clamped my eyes shut waiting for the impact—and pain—but neither came and I felt a hand holding me up through my arms. I looked up smiled sheepishly at my savior only to find out that it was my younger brother Eugene.
“Katelyn, how many times do I have to tell you NO RUNNING IN THE STAIRS. Especially YOU!” I cringed at his voice as I got up and mouthed a thank you but he just rolled his eyes. We headed for the kitchen for a quick breakfast.
Gene is my little brother, well not really little since he is taller than me and more muscular and our age difference is not far apart at all. He was born prematurely so we’re only 8 months apart. Most of the time he calls me Kate except when he’s pissed, which happens when I get into trouble or get hurt.
Don’t get me wrong, my brother do get pissed a lot because I get in trouble, a lot but when he’s not he’s really playful and fun to be with. Like a perfect brother he is, he’s really overprotective of me, which gets funny at times.
He’s got brown slightly curly hair emerald green eyes which he got from mom, both traits. He was a real target for girls—a hotshot. Me on the other hand is quite average, nothing so special. I have awavy ebony black hair that reached the middle of my back and hazel brown eyes which I both got from my father, wherever he is.
My father left when mum was pregnant with Gene. According from what I heard, that was why mum delivered Gene earlier. Lots of stress wasn’t good for a pregnant lady. When we were old enough our mum kindly explained to us why we didn’t have our dad. The story was light and simple, my mum is a really gentle lady or that she just loved him deeply. Even though he left her, she never said anything bad about him. But of course we heard the other part of the story from neighbors or relatives. That may be the reason why we had a bitter feeling about him deep inside.
I was pulled from my thoughts as Gene stood up and headed to the door. Oh yeah, I’m gonna be late. It took a while to click in and when it finally did I quickly brushed my teeth and ran to my brother to hitch a ride. I bid my good bye to mum I passed her by the door.
“Gene! Wait up. Let me ride with you today.”
“Let me think about it.”
“Oh come on. I’m gonna be late on the first day of school.” I pouted with matching puppy dog eyes. Ha! I invented that face. I knew he couldn’t resist me so he threw me his helmet and I grinned at him. Why a helmet you ask? Well because my the vehicle my brother owns is a motorbike.
Technically neither of us are allowed to drive since both of us were below 18 year’s old but he said that if ever we get caught or pulled over by a cop he’ll just say the truth. By truth he means my father ran away from responsibilities so he took the job of taking care of the family which includes taking me to school since I need to learn to have a good future. Besides, you’ll never see my mom riding a motorcycle to take us to school. Other than that, if we get jailed, our mom gave us permission to drive either way.
We finally arrived at our school. Me and my brother are on the same year, we’re both freshmen. It’s a good thing and I hope we even get to go in the same class, that would be so cool! We’re siblings yet we go to the same class, like when we’re in middle school. He was really popular so he had many girls following him and I had so many girlfriends because of that. I’m really looking forward to this day. I started the day great, Err, okay not so great but still! It’s a new year, a few changes wouldn’t hurt.
As I climbed down the bike, you could guess it! Yep, I fell on my butt. In front of the whole student body. The hope that this year would be slightly different from the past klutzy years were getting slimmer and slimmer.
I told you, I am a klutz.
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