FANGIRL: a sort-of autobiography

-CHAPTER 1-

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.

I roll over to find that through the humid night I must have sweated, and the sheets are now clinging to me in a gross way. My alarm is still having a Spaz attack so I hit down hard on the button which makes it stop, now worn down from ages of use. I then roll back over because I figure I can have another five minutes of sleep without mum noticing.

"RACHEL, ARE YOU UP YET??!!"

"YES, MUM."

mum always yells up the stairs but she really doesn't need to, because it's annoying and I can hear her when she is speaking normally.

"OHMYGOSH RACHEL YOU'VE GOT FIVE MINUTES TO GET DRESSED OR MISS THE BUS!"

Dam. (Percy Jackson reference guys, srsly.) I throw back the covers and pad over to my wardrobe. I'm so lucky, they run the length of the room and are covered with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. My new room is massive, because it's actually the master but mum didn't want it. Before my parents separated, 3 1/2 of my previous room would have fitted in here.

I grab my shorts and polo out of the wardrobe, because it seems like it's definatley going to be hot today. I run back over to my bed and get dressed, twisting my feet into a large green shag rug as I do so. I got it when we moved, and i call it my moss rug. Slowly, my room will be transformed into a rainforest, but that's a job for the holidays.

It's a week till i go into year 8, because our school is weird. Well, it's not really, It's to give you more time to do the HSC, but my friends and I think it is weird. the HSC seems a long way off, because we are only in year seven.

I finished getting dressed, and run into the bathroom. Once I have finished, I gallop down the stairs and run to the fridge. I grab the milk and take some cornflakes out of the cupboard. I whoosh the milk, make a mess and scramble to clean it up. I walk over to our dining table, concentrating hard on not spilling the milk. Once I get there, I shovell it down and whack the bowl on the washing pile. I grab my bag which I packed last night and unlock the door. I turn and yell "BYE MUM" because she is probably doing something outside to fix the house.

"BYE HONEY"

I step out into the crisp air and a gust of wind blows my hair and face. It's always nice in the mornings, especially today.- well, not when it's raining. My bag is less heavy than normal, and I realise that I don't have my book, but I don't have time to go back and get it. As if on cue, the bus rumbles to a stop and I climb on.