I woke up to the dulcet tones of my alarm clock, reached over to turn off the shrill beeping, before promptly falling off the bed. I checked the time after slamming my hand down on the 'snooze' button, which made a satisfying 'crunch', and was surprised to read the time as 7:30am, I was sure I had set it for 7... I'd snoozed it earlier I guess. Wait, that meant that... That my bus left in 15 minutes! I grabbed the cleanest looking pair of jeans from the top of the growing mountain of dirty clothes on my floor, and pulled my last clean t-shirt out of the wardrobe. I had to rummage a bit to find a decent bra and made a mental note to do the washing that afternoon. I then discovered that my school bag had gone missing, presumed... At the bottom of that blimmin' clothes pile. When I finally had my school stuff together, had showered and had stuffed my face with whatever was in the cupboard for breakfast, I doused myself in deoderant and hurried to catch the bus.
I caught it (just) and settled myself on an empty seat about halfway down the bus. My friends didn't get on for a few more stops. I sighed with relief and attempted to run my fingers through my hair, before realising that it was attempting to do an impression of a rat's nest. I rushed to find a hair brush somewhere in my bag and then began to wrench it through my hair, curly brown strands of it abandoning ship and escaping to the safer shores belonging to my shoulders. I heard sniggering and snapped my head up, my mouth already open with a defensive retort, before realising that it was only Maxi, my best friend, one beautifully manicured hand held in front of her perfectly shaped and glossed lips as she daintily giggled, the other tightly wrapped around her well-worn copy of Twilight.
"Hi, Maxi," I sighed, dejection setting in, my brush stuck in my hair. She returned my greeting, before tutting and grabbed the brush from me, dragging it through my hair in a bid to tidy my appearance. I did a double take of the book. "Now why, why, do you constantly torture yourself with the delusions wrapped within the covers of that book?" Yeah, I really talk like that. But only sometimes. "Honestly. Why do read that so often?"
"Because Edward is just Mister Hotty-McHottington!" she squealed, attracting the attention of everyone on the bus. Some girls actually nodded their heads at this.
"I'd rather Jacob any day," retorted Emma, a pixie-like girl, with short red hair through which she now ran her fingers. "And good morning, Sophie." She flopped herself gracefully onto the seat behind us. She got on the bus with Maxi, as they had lived next door to one another since the beginning of time.
"Well, I'd rather neither," I muttered, settling back in the seat and bracing myself for a ridiculously long argument which I didn't care about and which was had way too often, in my opinion. [a/n: I actually like Twilight. Kinda.]
"Ignoring that rude and unnecessary interruption by Sophie, Emma, WHY do you find Jacob so attractive? He's a dog... Isn't that zoophilia?"
"In that case, Edward is TOTALLY a pedophile..." And so it went on and on and on and on....
