Baby Sister

Kill Me

"Ms. Clifford please pay attention." My prick of a teacher snapped at me with no movement in her frozen face.

I place my head that seems ten times heavier on my propped up hand. The air kicks on and it's instantly colder.

The last day should be fun right. Well not here.

We have been working on finishing Pride and Prejudice for the summer book program thing.

Basically bullshitting around for the five hours we're here.

There's only ten minutes till we leave for the summer. This summer is going to be hell. Eternal hell. I can't believe my mother is basically kicking me out of her house because I'm "unappreciative" .

I would appreciate more thing if I wasn't getting fucked with every two damn seconds.

By the time in done with my rant there's three minutes left in the hour.

I pick my old book bag off the dusty floor and place all two my empty notebooks into the first pocket I see.

When I looked up from my bag the class is silent for once. The teachers scowl grew colder than the air as she realized what time it was.

"Um excuse me Mrs.Sanders," a small voice said from the back of the room said barely being able to hear.

"I need to tell Stella something." he said even quieter than before.

Mrs.Sanders coldly shakes her head no and returns writing more nonsense on the board.

I attempt to look in the back but the obnoxious couple sitting behind me making out filled my vision when I turned.

The ear piercing yet pleasing sound of the bells fills the whole school. This isn't high school musical though once that bell goes off we haul ass.

I get up from my seat slow since I'm walking what's the point of rushing, but I do have to pack. Shit. I start to run through the halls but stop dead in my tracks when I run straight into the prettiest boy in this school. Luke Hemmings.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Shit I have to be smooth.

"Um sorry I was in a rush and um I have to go sorry about ya know running into your chest and stuff um yea ok well bye have a nice summer."

He grins big and nods his head quietly giggling to himself.

I turn on my heals and awkwardly start walking slowly out the door. The hot dry air hits me fast. The small wind carries the smell of someone familiar. I turn my head to right to see who the scent belongs too. Mint and smoke with a hint of old cologne. My eyes almost pop out of my head.

Why is my brother here?