Cliche (Love Series # 1)

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Cliché

(noun)

\klē-ˈshā, ˈklē-ˌ, kli-ˈ\

variants: or less commonly cliche

: a phrase or expression that has been used so often that it is no longer original or interesting

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It was five-thirty in the morning and I wasn't really looking forward to Mondays. Just so you know, the school would always resemble a prison, except our stay is only enough for a few hours and so but still.

I folded my bed and the rustling and the shuffles from my feet were loud enough for my sister to her, she's still sleeping so why not wake her up?

"Ugh! Ate!" She groaned like the awoken mess she is, her hair was messy and her clothes were crumpled from her heavy sleep.

"Wake up now! It's time to go to school!"

I heard another groan from her but didn't comment further on it. I still have to do organize my things. I always do it in the morning, I mean I love being organized and neat when it comes to my things. Soon, I was out of our bedroom and got downstairs to see my mother bringing our breakfast to the table.

She's a housewife and a hairdresser although she works at home. She's the one who straightened my hair permanently and has been doing that for the past two years.

My father works in Korea as an employee in a bed company. They make beds, duh, and we would talk to each other every time he had free time.

I look around, searching for bimbi when I felt a furry ball rubbing on my leg. It's our dog named bimbi, I held him with my hands and started to press kisses on his nose.

"My bimbi, aren't you a good girl?" I coo as I see her tongue hanging out of his mouth as she barks happily.

"Jamie! Put her down and eat first!"

I huffed silently and out bimbi down before I joined my now already awake younger sister and my still drowsy younger brother.

Jamie Camila Alfranca, a fourth-year student from VMNHS, is fifteen years old. Caramel-colored hair straightened into perfection, eyes the color of a raven's feather and a fair-colored skin along with an average height.

This is my first day as a senior and I can't wait to graduate. I mean after I graduate I would attend a university again so, it's just like a vicious cycle then?

Anyway, I and my siblings finished eating, of course, I went to the bath first since I'm the eldest- oh wait.

"Kuya! I'm supposed to be there fi- umph! No! You go first Jerimie!"

I didn't even wait for her to answer when I pushed her inside the bathroom after my older brother got out. It seems like he just dumped and it is nasty! I would not be subject to that smelly torture and be unable to smell for a week!

I had to wait for Jerimie and the clock is already ticking, I hate to be late just so you know?  She will really suffer from me after she gets out of that bathroom, this is a promise I'm willing to fulfill.

It didn't take long for her to get out with a face enough to send me rolling in my bed, laughing. She looks like she just stepped on poop, maybe even worse.