Isabella's P.o.v
"Isabella!!!"
Waking up with loud series of knocks on my bedroom door was really not how I planned to spend my morning.
I groaned again, pulling the soft pillows over my ears while trying as much as possible to block out the horrid noise coming out from those unusual terrible knocks, one even loud enough to damage my eardrums.
"Isabella!!!" The voice screamed out again, hitting the door with another series of loud bangs.
That's it! I blindly searched for my phone and sucessfully managed to check out the time.
It was 7:30am everyone! Freaking 7:30!!! And if you are probably wondering, Yes!
I've never been accustomed to using an alarm clock because apparently, my mother always does the waking.
After groaning for like the millionth time this morning, I sleepily sprung up from my bed with half eyes opened, wore my fuzzy slippers grudgingly, and headed towards the door sluggishly.
Opening the door slightly, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was no other person than my beloved and wonderful cousin, Amelia. Just great!
As expected, she looked gorgeous. Her brown hair cascaded smoothly down her back, outlining her slim jawline. Her petite figure fitted perfectly with the beautiful pink floral blouse she wore, a shin-length pencil skirt showing off her thin legs, and her black high heels to do the finishing, which by the way made her about five more inches taller.
"What are you staring at me for?" She snapped smilingly, probably with the misconception that I envied her in a way. It's true though. She's is literally better than I am in terms of looks, beauty and most of all, fashion.
"Why are you here?" I retorted impatiently, yawning slightly as I did.
"Ewww...your breathe smells." Typical Amelia squealed, holding her nose in utter disgust. She moved like five steps backwards from the room's exit and I simply shrugged in response, literally quite satisfied with her usual typical dramatic reaction.
"Oh wait...you haven't had your bath yet." She finally said in realization, staring at my pyjamas again with a disgusted look on her face. I just rolled my eyes at this and tried walking away and slamming the doors shut instead since she was not ready to talk and quit acting, Drama queen!
"Mum wants you to prepare breakfast." Amelia suddenly announced haltingly stopping me from my tracks.
"What?" I exclaimed and turned around to face her again. Since when did I have to cook breakfast when we literally have a cook in the house. I mean, this is some kind of joke right.
"Do I seriously have to repeat everything?" She gushed looking down at her perfectly manicured fingers.
"Listen to me, waking up early to prepare breakfast will never, ever be my job to do, so quit dreaming Amelia." I gritted my teeth in utter annoyance.
"Suit yourself Isabella." She replied smiling smugly at me. Jeez, I think i'm beginning to dislike her already.
"I really don't know why you woke up late on a school day so it's really not my fault okay." She continued, making it seem like she was trying to reason things with me or something.
"Are you done?" I snapped, cutting her a bit off guard. She shot me an icy glare, probably didn't expecting I would talk back at her like that. Well, she deserved more than that for ruining my morning.
"No, actually. We are all waiting for you at the dinning area so you might need to prepare them now, you know how much mother hates late breakfasts." She finished walking away swiftly, her long hair hitting my face intentionally while I just tried suppressing myself from yanking a strand from it.
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Ficțiune adolescențiIsabella Moore, a high school introvert has to live with her aunt and cousins due to some circumstances. Been to New York for the first time, she therefore feels so different and disparate from others. A normal simple girl suddenly turns into a nerd...