Arabella

One

      "ARABELLA!! WAKE UP OR YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" My mother screams, ripping me out of a deep sleep.

   I groan and roll out of my bed. I immediately grab some random clothes from my closet and try to rush to the bathroom.

    As soon as I get to the bathroom the door slams in my face. "HENRY!!" I yell, banging on the bathroom door. I hear little giggles coming from inside the bathroom. "MOM!! HENRY WONT LET ME IN THE BATHROOM!!" I scream. "Maybe he's going potty! Be patient!" She screams back. "You and I both know he's not! He's going to make it so I can't shower!!" I groan.

     Just as I let out my last complaint, my mischievous 6 year old brother opens the bathroom door and sticks his tongue out at me. I push him out of the way and rush into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door as fast as I could. This is a daily routine.

      I undress myself and turn on the shower, watching the cold water slowly turn into hot. I quickly take hop into the shower and try to wash myself the fastest I can.

     When i get out of the bathroom, i go in my room to brush my hair and Henry is sitting on my bed. "Beat it, twerp!" I glare at him. He shakes his head as his curly brown hair shakes with it. I don't understand how we are related. He has curly dark brown hair and blue eyes, meanwhile I have straight natural white hair and hazel eyes. Oddly enough, I have never met anyone else who was born with white hair. I can't be the only one.

      I pick him up and put him outside of my room and quickly slam the door. The banging on my door from him echos throughout the house. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I scream. Suddenly the house grows silent. The banging has stopped in an instant. I open my bedroom door a tiny bit to see if he is still there, and he isnt.

     "Henry?" I call out. "How did I get down here???" Henry asks, his voice coming from downstairs. I roll my eyes and assume that he just ran downstairs when i yelled at him.

     30 minutes later, I leave the house and get into my car to start it up. "Shit!" I mutter to myself, realizing I forgot my keys. I groan and walk back into the house, only to see my father standing in the doorway, holding my keys. He smirked at me. "Forgot something?" He laughs. I roll my eyes and grab the keys out of his hand. "Thank you." I say. He was dressed up in a suit and tie for work because he worked for the government. He refuses to tell me what his actual job is though. His light brown hair is a mess, as he obviously just rolled out of bed, put his suit on, and ran downstairs to get food but found my keys while heading to the kitchen.

       10 minutes later I finally arrive to school. The usual people are scrambling to go inside, trying not to be late to their classes, even though school doesnt officially start for 10 minutes yet. Then there are your people who intentionally are wandering around the school, planning to be late for their class. "ARABELLA!!" I hear someone yell. I turn around to see my friend Melanie running towards me to catch up with me, her dirty blonde hair in a ponytail, bouncing along with her as she runs. "How are you?!" She says, gasping for breath when she catches up to me, her twinkling brown eyes staring at me with genuine curiosity. "It's monday. How do you think I'm doing?" I laugh. She shrugs and continues to walk with me to our first period.

     We take our usual spots right next to eachother in the middle row of the classroom, talking about our weekend and how we basically just stayed home and did nothing all weekend.

     Suddenly the teacher walks in and takes her spot at her desk. She looks at her class roster and looks up at the class. "Oh, it looks like we have a new student, but I dont see him." She says. Right as she speaks those words, a guy walks in. He had black hair that had little waves to it. His hair was kinda long but not too long. He looked all around the classroom with his bright green eyes, but his stare stopped at me. We made eye contact with eachother and I looked away. He wasnt anything that interesting to look at. Sure he was cute, but that's all he was. "Class, this is Luca." The teacher says, extremely unamused. "Now go sit down." She tells him.

     He takes a seat in the back of the class. Class continues as normal and I dont give him a second thought until Melanie decides to mention him. "The new guy is kind of weird." She whispers. I shrug. "He's whatever." I reply. "Nothing special." I add. She gives me that 'Stop acting unamused, I know you are intrigued' look. "Mel, I really am not focusing on boys right now. He just exists to me. I really couldn't care less about him." I answer her. She's always trying to play match maker, and to be honest, I really didnt want to date anyone. I wasnt interested at this point in my life. I'm honestly more interested in finding out who I am more and just caring more about the future. Melanie just loves to flirt with people and lead people on. She's never had a boyfriend or her first kiss, she just likes people to think she has.

      At lunch, Melanie and I met up with eachother and got lunch from the lunch room. The lunch was a hamburger and fries. School lunch isnt really edible, but I really cant say that I have much money to go get something that I could actually eat. Melanie liked to buy me food, but I dont like when she buys me food because I always feel like I need to repay her.

     We sit at a random lunch table and start to eat the disgusting burger and fries when Melanie spots Luca. "Look, it's Luca!!" Melanie exclaims. I give her a glare. "He is not eating with us." I tell her. Melanie frowns and sticks a fry in her mouth. "But he needs friends." She mutters. "Friends that are not us. He needs genuine friends that arent only after his looks." I roll my eyes. "I can be genuine!" She protests. "Mel, both you and I know that's not true when it comes to boys." I laugh. She rolls her eyes and drops the subject. I look over at Luca and he is sitting at a table alone, looking at me. I look away immediately and stuff my mouth with the burger.