Exceptional

Chapter 1: About A Week Ago

Beep beep beep.
The only thing keeping me from pounding my alarm right now is the fact that it's my phone.

Sluggishly, I turn off my alarm. I grab my Iphone 5s off my white nightstand. I scroll through all my social media accounts like they are the morning newspaper. After 10 minutes of debating whether or not I should get up, I finally untangle myself from my pink comforter and trudge to the bathroom, only to find it occupied.

"Alex, hurry up in there!" I pound on the door, yelling at my sister who apparently takes a million years in the bathroom.

I hear the lock click open and out comes my sixteen year old sister. Her hair is blonde, filled with loose, wavy curls, her highlights standing out more than ever. Her makeup looks flawless as it brings out her blue eyes and makes them look like they're sparkling. I look at her from head to toe. She's wearing a skater skirt with a floral blouse. Even at 6 A.M. in the morning she manages to look good. "Sorry," she says with an attitude. "But my hair doesn't this look good with just the snap of my fingers. Getting ready takes time, Danielle," she informs me as she slides on her Steve Madden booties.

I roll my eyes and walk into the bathroom. Looking at my reflection, I sigh. My brown hair is a frizzy mess and the bags under my eyes make it look like I haven't slept in a million years. Unlike my little sister, I have no ability whatsoever of looking as good as she does this early in the morning. We're almost polar opposites. The only thing we even have in common is our blue eyes, which comes from our dad. Frustrated at my complexion, I quickly brush my teeth and hop into the shower.

I walk over to my room to get ready. Picking out clothes is probably the hardest thing in the morning, besides waking up of course. I decide on a blue and white baseball tee and light wash skinny jeans. I decide to straighten my brown hair and apply some eyeliner and mascara, the only makeup I ever wear. I throw on some black converse and run down to the kitchen. As soon as I walk in, I see my mom flipping pancakes at our silver stainless stove. Her silky brown hair is slicked back into an efforless ponytail. My dad is at his usual spot at the small, brown kitchen table reading the paper and scratching his blonde hair, something he does when he's studying something really carefully.

"'Morning honey! Breakfast is on the table," my mom says, her brown eyes sparkling.

"Oh sorry mom, but I have to get to school, I'm already kinda late. I'll pick up breakfast on the way." I hop over and give her a kiss on her rosy cheeks.

"Bye Dad!"

"Have a great day at school, honey!"

I rush out the house and run to my black Jeep. My sister's already in there reading some sort of paper.

"Ooohh you better watch out, Danielle. Someone's out to get you," she says in a creepy voice holding the paper out to me. "It was stuck to your windshield when I got here. "

"Lemme see that," I say, snatching the paper out of her hand. On it, in big, bold, red letters it said: WATCH YOUR BACK.