Rollercoaster

Chapter 1

"Give me food!" I flew into the kitchen while still putting on my converse, stumbling slightly. I had on a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a comfy sweater, along with my sun glasses.

"Good morning, Rose." My mother, Cindy, sighed as she put a bag of McDonalds on the counter. My mom has sort of that home-mom look. She works as a designer for a clothing line, but she still looks as if she just had a baby yesterday. Glowing with happiness and beauty, yet tired every second of the day. She has blonde hair and blue eyes like my brother, Jake, who's seven.

"What the fu-frick. What the frick is that?" I recovered from my near death experience cooly.

My mom gave me a hard look. "I didn't feel like cooking. Eat it."

"I would never eat this. It's probably contaminated. I read online that the meat they use is from South America."

"Fine, starve to death for all I care. One less mouth to feed." She rolled her eyes. "And go to the store after school. We have new neighbors and I need cake mix."

"Mom, you can't bake for your life."

"Then you can bake! Gosh. I do everything for this family, and no one appreciates it." She left the room shaking her head. I laughed a little.

"Heads up!" I saw something fly by my head and I instinctively covered my face with my hands. Whatever it was hit me straight in the head. "You need to work on your hand-eye coordination."

"Hey, Dad." I looked at the apple on the ground.

My dad's somewhat of a looker, or at least, that's what people tell me. Although I can't really judge that since he's related to me. He has my brown eyes and brown hair and Nate's tan skin.

"Go to school. You're late."

I looked over at the clock. "It's only 6:45, Dad. I don't leave until seven."

"You know what they say! The early chicken lays the best egg!"

"Nobody says that. Where did you even get that from?" I shook my head.

"Just leave my house." He shooed me out of the door.

I had just enough time to grab my keys to my Jeep before the door slammed in my face.

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As I pulled up into school, I parked next to my best friend Kate Forester's red BMW convertible. Ugh, I loved it. She was sitting on the hood doing something on her phone.

"Kate! This isn't a Sports Illustrated shoot. Get off the car." I strolled up to her.

"Please. I'm always in a Sports Illustrated shoot." She scoffed but got off the car as we walked inside together.

I looked over at her, "Cute shoes." I pointed to her socks and sandals.

"Cute hair." I subconsciously patted my hair. It didn't look that bad. Did it?

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After our first five periods, Kate and I sat at our table in the left corner of the cafeteria. I poked my 'shrimp pasta' with my fork. "This should be illegal. It doesn't even look like shrimp."

"Seven more months and we're out. Hey, are you coming to my house after school?" Kate asked.

"Oh damn, I forgot to tell you. I have to pick up cake mix for my mom."

"Cake mix? Your mom can't bake for her life. And for who?"

"Our new neighbors."

"Oh. Look here they come." Josh, Lauren, Kale, and Brandon appeared besides our table.