Just Ellie, please.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
"Ellie, get up."
"Catherine..."
"If you're late, I'm not driving you."
"Just five more minutes."
"Ellie..."
"Whaaaaattt?"
"Elizabeth-Blaize Upton get up."
I opened one eye. Two bright green eyes identical to mine met my own. I blinked the sleep away and sat up to communicate that I was indeed awake. My prettier copy of an older sister stood watch with crossed arms until she was sure of this before heading downstairs to eat. She had probably been up for about an hour before I was, prepping herself for the day ahead. She had people to impress. I had no one.
I was what one might call "socially awkward." There is a fine line between shy and antisocial, and I just about crossed it. At parties, I was always the one hanging out by the snack bar reading or writing Wattpad stories on my phone, not talking to anyone. Sometimes someone would come talk to me out of sympathy or pity; more often they wouldn't. I tried to blend in as much as possible; it's not too hard when you are as short as I was. I had mousy, medium-length, brown hair and a largish nose, and I was about as pretty as my dad's car-polishing rags.
I walked still half asleep to the bathroom Catherine and I shared. Living in a Family of six (eleven year-old twin brothers as well), we had to split up the three bathrooms. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and gathered my hair into a ponytail. I ironed my bangs and got to work on my makeup. Since I had no one to impress, I opted for some mascara and concealer only. I put some chapstick in my backpack just in case and went to my closet to pick out my outfit.
Leggings. About five pairs of them. And that was only the black ones. I chose a pair and put them on. Scouring my drawers for a shirt, I found the Ravenclaw t-shirt I wore to Leaky Con and put that on as well. I found a maroon cardigan I hadn't worn in years, and paired it with som maroon boot socks. I grabbed my UGGs and headed downstairs for breakfast.
I poured myself a bowl of cereal and sat down across from Catherine. My twin brothers, Michael and Andrew, were debating whether or not they should pull their annual whoopie-cushion prank, and Catherine scowled.
"Don't you two have anything better to do at school than prank the very people who hold in their power the ability to torture you for the rest of the year?" she said.
Michael merely grinned sheepishly.
After finishing breakfast, Catherine and I brushed our teeth, got in her black Fiat 500 (our uncle's old car), and drove off to Watson Hills High School.
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A/N: Hey guys! Watchya think so far? Team Rennee or Team Ellie? Why is Ellie so antisocial? Is there some haunting shadow in her past? Stay tuned to find out more... Please COMMENT and VOTE!!! Leave me some feedback... <3 Isabel
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