Why is he perfect ?

First Day back

"Rosie wake up" calls mum .

"Nooooo" I reply "a few more minutes please ?"

"Honey you have already said that twice now , you don't want to be late on the first day back".

I open my eyes and there she is my mum standing behind my bed with her hands on her hips giving me the stare get-up-now-or-their-will-be-consequences.

"Fine, fine I'm getting up ". I put my hands up as if I was the villain "I'm going give me 15 and I'll be down".

"Okay sweetie I'm making waffles". she kisses me on the forehead before walking out.

Quick as a flash her mood changes.

I love waffles they are my favourite,
I get out of bed and go to the bathroom . one thing I love about my house is I have my own bathroom ensuite along with a walk in wardrobe.

I look in the mirror "arghhh" I moan, my hair is a complete mess, I grab my favourite hair brush (tangle teaser ) and quickly scrape through it before putting it up in a high ponytail.

My eyes are blue and they seem bloodshot from lack of sleep last night. my blonde hair finally out of my face ( I hate having my hair down ) .

I walk in to my wardrobe and grab my wonderful and super comfortable ( sarcasm if you haven't noticed ) uniform, my white shirt and checked burgundy skirt with white socks and black school shoes.

I wash my face and apply bb cream , concealer and mascara with some lip balm and powder to set .

I check the clock it's already 7:50 ,
"Shoot" I mutter I only have 50 minutes before the bell rings.

I rush downstairs in a ladylike manner (of course ) .

"Hey sweetie" my dad says before kissing my cheek as I go to sit down next to him.

"Morning daddy " I reply happily,

"Hey sis " my two brothers chorus,

Liam and Harry are my two older brothers in a way they are annoying but also very over protective .

Liam is 16 and the most like me .
His deep blue eyes match my mothers while our light blonde hair is the same
His bronze tanned skin matches his lean muscular figure standing at 6'1 .

Our personalities match very well and you can hear us finish each other's sentences every now and then .

Harry is 17 and a perfect mix of Mum and Dad , his calming soft tone which he uses whenever their is a problem to his funny sense of humour . His auburn hair swept in a bed head look suits his personality , those light blue speckled grey eyes sparkle with his smile. Along with being dangerously good looking his tall tanned muscular figure does not detract from it .

"Eat up come on, I'm driving you to school", Harry whines and just like that your view of him will have already changed.

"She has time hon " Mum comments before whispering to me " he just wants to see Maggie before school starts" .
I giggle at her comment before getting up to brush my teeth .
Grabbing my bag I skip out to the car. when I mean skip sadly I mean skip.

As I hop into the car I take a second to admire it , unlike most teenage boys my brother does not trash the inside of the car , well knowing that mum and dad would take it away from him is another good reason to keep it clean.

Sitting in shotgun of the convertible I slip my sunnies on and turn up the radio.