"Ti-ti! Tic-tic! Tic-tic-tic! Tic-tic!". The piercing sound of the alarm clock brought back half-dead body from my deep ass sleep. I started to wriggle and stretch within my cozy, warm, haven... my bed. Why did the alarm ring too early today.... ugh probably my brother messed up with my alarm once again. With that in mind, I went back into my deep sleep.
About 15 minutes later, I heard someone shouting "GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED", "whaaat do you want from me", "I SAID GET THE FUCK UP WE ARE ALREADY LATE", "late? oh, and can you please stop shouting" I said with the most slothful voice someone could make, "sChOoL lAtE". I fell out of my bed the second I heard the word school. When did the holiday's end, it feels like only a week had passed since our last final exams, ugh RIP to all the "we should meet on the holidays" that never happened, just thinking of these memories make me feel like crying.
I give my brother an idle look and clear my throat before saying "when... when did school start... omg I don't want to wake up" in a somewhat flat tone taking a deep breath between every sentence, "school started today so get the hell out of here and get ready in 3 minutes or I'm leaving you to walk to school".
I started to twitch and stretch within the cold, dry floor. I flew open the tatty old wardrobe doors and chucked on some vintage high waisted denim shorts and a cute white T-shirt and tied my hair up in a messy bun. I went downstairs to meet my brother.... and well maybe eat something.
I smelled the pancakes before my other senses registered their presence. The homey smell of frying butter reached my nostrils and assaulted my brain with mouthwatering images of fluffy, warm goodness. I walked into the kitchen to see my mother frying pancakes and humming a familiar tune, unaware of my presence. I snuck up behind her and snagged a soft piece of heaven off the platter stacked deep with the round, tan things. I grabbed a plate and retreated with my prize towards the syrup.
After slathering the still steaming treat with liquid sugar, I gingerly cut off a bite and lifted it towards my mouth.
The first flavor to unfold on my tongue was the sweetness of the syrup, quickly followed by the delicate, buttery flavor of the pancake. The coolness of the syrup and heat of the pancake complimented one another perfectly and only served to bring out the complex flavor of the pancake. I scooped up another bite to replace the one which was quickly dissolving in my mouth, and then another. Before I knew it, all that remained on my plate was dribbles of syrup.I got up from my place and rushed to the car where my brother was waiting for me, "are you ready now?" he asked in somewhat a pissed tone, "no I still have to wear my cloth" I said sarcastically, my brother drove his Chrysler faster than you could imagine, maybe even faster than the car itself could go.
We reached school in no time. This was my first time seeing this school, it was huge, huger than anyone could imagine, it had 3 front gates, and well if my math was correct it would probably have more than 4 gates on the other side, all the gates where made up of metal and where coated with a shiny silver paint, the walls where coated with a bricky red color, the paint was a bit rusty but it still looked cute, at my right were tall bright apple trees with lusty brown stems and mint green leaves, to my left were orange trees with barely one or two oranges in each tree. As I walked to the inside of the building, I heard clacks of shoes on the floor ground, loud and sharp voices of teachers shouting and soft voices of students gossiping or just talking.
As I was wandering from side to side, the first warning bell rang, I didn't want to be late on the first day of school, so I started running to the timetable area, the timetable area is a huge table where teachers give you your time table, but as I was running I bumped into someone, "watch where you are going, bitch" an almost familiar voice interrupted my thoughts, "I'm so...
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A Table For Two
RomanceLilyana a 15-year-old girl who couldn't help but fall for her brother's best friends, Mr. bad guy (Austin) and Mr. popular (Brent), her heartbreaks when she finds out that Austin, Brent, and Adam (her brother) are known as the schools' players...