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Chapter 2

Aspens POV

I groaned in annoyance as my alarm clock rang to life on my bedside table. I slammed my hand down on the reset button, ending that god forsaken beeping. God I didn't wanna go to school. "Morning Aspen" Ivys raspy morning voice called from her bed across the room.

She sat up pushing her messy hair out of her sleep creased face. She was always so happy in the mornings, what a weirdo. "Morning Ivy" I grumbled back, dragging myself out of bed and stretching. I shivered as the hardwood floor met my bare feet. Glancing over at the window I could see the orange sun just starting to peak over the horizon. One thing I would admit, Maine is breathtaking.

I made my way into the bathroom and over to the sink, grabbing my toothbrush and starting my morning routine. Pulling the elastic from my hair I brushed through the tangled mess until it looked presentable. I rummaged through the pile of clothing at the bottom of my side of the closet until I found an outfit. It didn't take long before I was ready and heading down the stairs where my mom stood over the stove in the kitchen.

The sound of bacon snapping against the pan rang loudly through the kitchen. "Morning Mom" I said, side hugging her before I made my way to the table. "Morning Aspen" she replied a bit surprised. I didn't usually hug her, or anyone except Ivy for that matter. "Breakfast?" She questioned holding out a plate for me. I smiled and took it happily.

"Morning Mommy" Ivy chimed as she jogged into the kitchen. Her ribbed white shirt tucked neatly into her plaid skirt. She had laid that outfit out before going to bed, she always did that when she was excited. "Morning Ivy" mom replied, kissing her on the check as she handed her a plate.

We scarfed our food down as mom watched the TV, occasionally munching down a piece of bacon as good morning America played. Once we were finished we washed our plates and set them in the drying rack. Grabbing the keys I headed for the front door.

"Bye mom, love you" Ivy and I yelled in unison over our shoulders as we made our way out of the house. "Love you too" she called back, only half paying attention, her eyes still locked on the television.

When we arrived at school I parked the black 1972 corvette that dad had bought me and Ivy for our 16th birthday.

It was a nice gift but neither of us understood why he got such a nice car, after all neither of us was very good at driving. Ivy hated driving in fact. The first Drivers ED lesson we took ended with Ivy in tears over having to go over 55 miles per hour. I grabbed my bag and climbed out of the car, jogging to the passenger side and hooking my arm with Ivys. We made our way through the schoolyard, getting a lot of strange stares along the way. I groaned as we climbed the steps leading to the metal front doors of my living hell, high school.