The Legacy Of Jewelox

CHAPTER 01

     “WAKE UP! THAT’S THE EIGHTH ALARM NOW!”, my nine-year old brother, Cronie, bellowed barging into my room to snooze my alarm for what happens to be the eighth time now. I snuggled under my blanket in annoyance when my mom turned the lights on and switched off the air conditioner.

     “No idea of wakin' up? The school bus's already left, so Rachel's dad's gonna give you a lift”, she sighed. My younger brother Zen whose nearly two, entered my room noisily, wagging his hands in the air, giggling uncontrollably as he pulled off my blanket and started tugging at my bed hair. “Big sis, big sis, big sis! Skoo, skoo!”. I laughed waking up at last, patting his head, yawning. “Be outta the bathroom in 10 minutes, K?”, my mom, Angelina Summer set me with a firm look and left me to deal wover-size and Cronie.

     I took a quick body wash and sported on my ankle-length black tee, my oversizedrey hoodie and a light wash denim. I tucked my dark brown hair in a ponytail. And there was the horn, signalling that Rachel and her dad's waiting for me outside. I slammed the faded beanie over my head, before sliding down the staircase, grabbing my Samsung Galaxy S20 Ultra 5G -- I’m not an iPhone fan – and my backpack. Oh, can’t forget the cash! I sported on my white sneakers before opening the door and letting the bright sunlight gimme its daily propaganda of making me less sleepy, but all the same. Just like other days, it's failed miserably.

     “I’m leaving! See you people after!”, I shouted at the exit before shutting the door with a bit of force. “Take care, Liz! Study well”, my mom shouted from the kitchen, I’d say. Ya, sure I would. Note the sarcasm.

      I clambered on to the cool blue Audi, meeting my fist with the puffy tan dark-eyed Rachel’s. She adjusted her big spects, digging her bag for a brown paper bag. “Here you go, bestie. Your breakfast”, Rachel grinned, handing me the brown paper bag in which it had two homemade honey toasts. “Whach budhn’th I gib thu ave oo ash one op my betprendhs", I grinned munching my breakfast as Rachel rolled her eyes at me. “Glad to be of service”, she cheesed as the blue Audi, now passed McDonald's.

     I thanked Mr. Christen for the ride and me and Rachel set to find our other friends. The fair, cute, pimple-faced girl, Sky, and the medium height lazy tanned girl, Hazel, waved at us near the big black roller gates.

     “Where's Anne and Mia, dude?”, I asked them, first thing in the morning. “In the classroom, copying a few notes down and waiting for your maths writing book to be hunted in your backpack and laid on the table where we can all copy it down free-of-charge.”, Sky said in a matter-of-fact tone. “That's not surprising, is it?”, Hazel yawned, tying her hands behind her neck.

     “I'll tell you what IS surprising”, said Rachel, bemused. I laughed, knowing what she'd say. “The fact that Sky is outside homeroom, in the sunlight instead of snogging her table with drool like she does every other day”

     “Hey! I'm a human, not a vampire!”, argued Sky.

     “Yeah? Thanks for reminding us that", me and Hazel snickered in sync. We passed the gates into Summershine Academy, the school which, as you know, I attend. A few kids waved at us and we greeted them from afar.

     “Soooooo... Anything new, Queen o' Pranks?”, Sky nudged me. I’m a hella well-known prankster round school.

     “Indeed there is, if you count the fact that I sweeped the kitchen", I folded my arms, shutting my eyes and sniffed with pride. They gasped.

     “Wow... How much did you get payed?”, poohed Hazel. “For $5. I wanted 10, but dad was against it", I snorted. “That's what I thought. No wonder it was raining yesterday”, Sky remarked.