ingénue - chapter 1
isla grant
i woke up from my nap, being shaken to consciousness by fletcher, my little brother.
"i'm hungry," he whined.
rubbing the sleep from my eyes, i said, "of course. let's get you something to eat." anything for him, as long as he's happy.
i picked him up and slung him over my shoulder like a sack, him giggling. fletcher still on my shoulder, i ran downstairs to the kitchen.
i got a few eggs, cracked them, and whipped them up in a bowl the clingwrap following after. i set it in the microwave for 45 seconds because even i'll admit it- i'm not that good in the kitchen.
i'm isla grant. isla because i was born on an island when my parents were out of the country for their anniversary. eye-la. i'm 18 years old, turning 19 on august and 2nd year in uni. i have fletcher, my baby brother who's 4, britta, who's 20, turning 21 on december and 3rd year in uni because she started school as early as birth(yes, i am exaggerating but she really did start early), and mom who's name is kyra, and 46 years old. our dad left us when i was 14, fletcher wasn't born yet, and britta was 16. we never spoke about him but i know deep down, he still loves us. mom was a bit... unstable after he left so i took over, working day and night while britta comforted her.
britta had long, perfect curled blonde hair from mom, and emerald eyes from dad. she was fit, and dimples showed up whenever she did that smile of hers. everyone adored her, and boys chased her. whereas i had wavy, blonde to light brown hair from both mom and dad and storm gray eyes from mom. i wasn't fat but i could do with losing a few pounds. while britta had sun kissed skin, i had pale and milky skin. fletcher though, had gotten a mix of our parents' eye colors. green with flecks of gray. his hair light brown, but skin like mine and dimples like britta.
"isla!" britta sung, snapping me out of my thoughts. i hadn't even realized that 45 seconds passed long ago and fletcher was waiting.
"yes?" i replied.
she shrugged, "fletcher said he's hungry and was waiting for you but you took so long." oh.
i picked out the scrambled eggs from the microwave and sprinkled it with sliced tomatoes. i immediately cut up four portions of the egg and put them in bread slices.
"breakfast," i called out to mom.
when padding of feet were heard from her room, i went to the table to set down the four sandwiches.
"classes start at 12, honey. it's 11:30," mom reminded me.
i ordered britta to go first as she took only 15 minutes for showering but the rest for makeup and deciding what to wear.
i took the time to wash dishes and find an outfit.
i picked out my black skinny jeans and white top that says "everything has beauty". as for shoes and hair, just a pair of white converse and a goldish headband. simple but cute. by the time i finished picking, britta got out of the shower. i rushed passed her and started the shower.
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we arrived 5 minutes before classes started. seat plan was girl-boy-girl-boy and so on. oh well.
for the course britta and i took, it didn't matter what year you were since the way our professors see it, you practically learned the same thing. that should explain why britta and i were in the same room.
i was seated beside two boys around my sister's age. they were cute i guess, but they'd prefer britta.
sir callahan started class with attendance.
"kyle chamberlain?"
the boy on my left went to full attention, "present, sir."
"isla grant?"
me.
oh, me!
"present, sir!"
"calum hood?"
the boy on my left- calum, i realized, was staring at me. "he said your name, i think," i whispered to him.
he blushed. "present, sir."
"britta grant?"
"over here, sir!"
this went on for a few minutes until- "alright, here's frankenstein by shelley, read it and we'll discuss it tomorrow. if you do not finish, try catching up with the following discussions."
