The missing one (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

(Picture of Ellisa on the side)

Chapter 1

I wish I could get a recking ball and smash this annoying invention named the alarm clock.  Alarm clocks are probably invented by demons to ruin our blissful sleep for there entertainment.
I reach over and prob for the alarm. Knocking down a few random objects placed on my night table along with my alarm. I can almost feel it. I just need to stretch out a bit more just a bit more. Just as I was about to reach the stupid alarm that's still going off. I fall off the bed.
I land on my bruised ass. I got those bruises from falling in gym, off a bleacher, on to pavement. It wasn't because of clumsiness trust me, I am far from clumsy, I do lots of gymnastics so I have an advanced sense of balance. I was pushed by Madison Orwell and her possy of snotty bitches.
If it was anyone else and any other situation, there parents would probably get involved and try to help them. There mom would give a female pep talk, how to lower her bullies self esteem and the art of verbal fighting, her dad would try to teach her how to physically fight off the bullies. But that isn't my situation, sadly. My parents are God knows where. They each over see there own brand. My mom is a big fashion icon and works tirelessly on her fashion lines and my dad has a chain of banks, both are invested in the apple company.

I tighten the towel rapped around my body and go into my walk in closet. The perks of having rich parents is being able to have mostly anything you want that is materialistic. I pick out a light grey cashmere sweater and a pair of thick black leggings, along with a matching pair of undergarments. I carry it all back to my bath room and put it on. I hang my towel on the door and grab wool roots socks that are laying on my vast king size bed. I shut the small chandelier lighting my crème white room. I half way close my door so my cat snow can go in and sleep in my room in his favourite spot my window chair.

I head towards my brothers room, he has a tendency of being a deep sleeper so he dose t hear his alarm going off.  I open the door and walk in slowly closing the door till I hear the sift click of the door latching. I step onto the soft fluffy rug and pad towards his sleeping figure. I tap where his shoulders and my fingers sink threw, as if it where a, pillow? Out of nowhere I am tackled and onto the bed and and yell for help. 

M.  (^.^)