The Average Love Story

Chapter 1

I smashed my eyes closed as the violently bright sun bursts its way through my window. Slowly I climbed out of my warm bed, instantly regretting it. The air inside my room is so cold that I can almost see my breath. Summer is over but our house still overheats during the day. Without something as precious as an air conditioner we have to leave our windows open at night. Which is good for the afternoon, but in the morning I am living in an igloo.

Suddenly the obnoxious beeping of my many alarm clocks became more pronounced. I scramble around my room trying to turn them off. I have a hard time waking up so I put five alarm clocks all around my room so I have to get up to stop them.

I searched my closet lazily, trying to find something cute to wear. Finally I just settled with a sweater and jeans. When my stomach growled hungrily I decided it was time for breakfast.

After I washed my face and put my contacts in I almost ran to the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal. Sitting at the table my phone vibrated loudly. Still feeling a little disoriented I looked down at my phone, even though I already knew who it was from. Emma, of course. Every morning she texts me to see if I could give her a ride. I texted back sure, for the fifteenth time this month.

I got up from my chair and put my bowl in the sink, letting it clank loudly. "Will you keep it down?" my brother, Jay yelled from his room.

I smiled and yelled, "Time to get up!" Jay is fifteen, he sleeps more than he is awake, and to him school is worthless and a waste of his "valuable" time, but I honestly don't care. Like every morning I go into his room and rip off his blankets, reminding him that I am his only ride to school and I am leaving in twenty minutes. He then tells me that he hates me, I say good and open his curtains then walk out almost laughing. I know it doesn't seem like this would work but ten minutes later he always walks out ready, but with a sour look on his face.

I give him is lunch, smiling. He scowls in return and then walks out the front door slamming it. I grab my bag, my lunch, and check what I look like in the mirror one more time before hurrying out the door.

Climbing into my old rusty chevi, I started the engine, hoping that the heater will start up quickly. It didn't even surprise me when I looked in the back and find Jay sprawled out in all three seats.

When I arrived at Emma's house, waiting for her to come out, I struggled to keep my eyes open. "Mia!" My eyes fluttered open to find I had fallen asleep and Emma yelling my name. "Are you sure that you are going to be able to drive? Because I can if you need me to."

Emma has beautiful blonde hair, light blue eyes, and very fair skin. She has a very energetic outgoing personality that I swear is going to get her killed. She is only seventeen and already has gotten nine speeding tickets and has her license taken away. But she loves to drive, and she pesters me everyday to let her. But I am definetly not that desprate.

I shake my head, smirking at her, and backed out of her driveway finally on my way to school. The faster I get there the faster it will be over.