Breaking Rules

1.

Harper's POV:

I woke up to the sound of my 6:30 alarm and reached over to my phone to stop it before I suffered the wake up call another deadly time.

Ughhhhhhh time to face another Monday.

I'd been living, with my half brother Isaac, in Orlando for 2 months now. He'd moved from Liverpool, England, after turning 18 in September of last year and I joined him in August once I'd received my A-Level results. People had judged Isaac and I for fleeing the UK in such a rush but my 17th year of life had been so emotionally exhausting that when he told me he was moving to the US, I didn't hesitate to tag along.

I'd spent my first summer in Florida by making friends, making friends with benefits and drinking myself to oblivion with all the rich kid parties I'd attended. All in all I had a very enjoyable time. But school had started 2 weeks ago and I was yet to get into the right head space for it all. Although I had basically completed my time at any place of education, I'd told myself to complete a senior year at the local high school so I'd have the right qualifications for a life in the US. School here was so different so I was still adapting but I was also weirdly enjoying myself. But i wasn't enjoying the early morning wake-ups. 

I groaned again as my second alarm of the morning went off before locking my phone and swinging my legs off the bed in one fast motion, in an attempt to avoid falling asleep again. I stood up out of bed, wiggled my toes in the soft carpet and cracked almost every bone in my body, ankles to neck, to loosen up. People hated when I would crack my bones and it would probably damage my body forever but hey ho.

"Harper, get down now you slag!" My dearest brother shouted from the kitchen.

He'd bought a 3 bedroom apartment when he first started out here and my room was a loft type room that was up a spiralled staircase. Pretty cute layout but those stairs were a bitch walk up when you were blackout drunk, and I usually was.

I followed my brother's orders and trudged downstairs in the oversized t-shirt I'd slept in.

"Morning dickhead, where you off to today?" I asked as I poured myself a glass of orange juice.

"Got a job I need to do out of town, there's a couple quid on the table for the week since I'll be gone till Friday." He replied as he chugged the rest of the orange juice straight from the carton, like a pig.

"Okay, cheers." My brother had had 'jobs' since he got here, I knew they weren't the most legal activities he could be doing for money but I knew he could look after himself and it was a quick way of getting the money we needed.

I punched him in the stomach, as a friendly way of saying goodbye, before running upstairs to my en-suite to shower and get ready for the day.

Once I was showered and dressed and I picked up the 'couple of quid' my brother had left for me (that was actually enough to last me at least a month) and texted Jason asking if he could pick me up.

Since my time living in Orlando, I had managed to make two friends who i stuck with most of the time, Jason and Amie. They were the only ones who I had told about my situation and I already knew I could trust them after the short time we'd spent being mates.

Jason was about 6,1 and had dark, smooth skin and a muscular body type. He was definitely my type, as most people were, but we were already too friendly for it to be anything more. Amie was a sweet girl, she was 5,7 so an inch taller than me, and she had orange hair and blue eyes which complemented her pale skin. She was also gorgeous. We were like the three musketeers, not in the cliché 'popular group' because we had our own little group. We could trust each other with anything and had each other's backs. The fact that Jason had a car was also a plus.

I heard the horn of Jason's car and locked up my apartment, my bag on my back and phone in the back pocket of my jeans, ready for my 3rd Monday in this foreign high school.

- kind of an introduction chapter to summarise things :) -