The Baby Project

part 1 pov: Chloe

"SHUT UP YOU DAMN CLOCK!" after the blaring noise interrupted my beauty sleep,i roughly ripped my comforter off my body. Instantly regretting when the cold breeze brushed past my exposed legs sending me chills. I dragged myself to my bathroom and stripped off my white tee and spongbob-sqaurepants shorts and got in the shower. satisfied with my clean-self, i got out of the shower and made myself look presentable.

Deciding that a hoodie and jeans would have to do, i threw my hair in a ponytail and ran downstairs, my nostrils instantly filled with the aroma from blueberry pancakes. i hurriedly slide into my chair, i stab my pancakes and dig into the delishness that my mom made. i was interrupted by mom's amused voice "slow down chlo, it
seems as if u haven't seen food in days. gosh, you need to be more lady-like!"

Thats right, my mom was the perfect lady. she had the body of a goddess, features that all men would fall for and all women would love to have. she had men fall head-over heals for her and girls oozing of jealousy in her high school days. her soft features along with her bubbly personality was a jackpot for whom ever she laid eyes on.

Having said all that, you would think i would look as attractive or maybe even more than my model mom. well guess again, i inherited my dad's poopy brown eyes and brown sholder length hair. i inherited my mom's soft fractures that did little justice to my 'attractiveness' . i had no curves whatsoever, and had a rectangular body that oddly resembled a cardboard box.

"yeah yeah..mom. anyways, where's dad ?" noticing his disappearance. "oh, we went off to work early. i guess he had to start of the year on a good start." i hummed in response, thinking about my first day back in school. was i excited? was i anxious? maybe. just a little. it is my senior year and my only goal was to remain invisible and get over with my last year without any troubles.

after stuffing my mouth with the last bits of the pancakes i grab my keys to my mercedes and shout a "bye love you!" over my shoulder. faintly hearing "have fun hunny!" My mind clouded with the possible ways my last year in trinity high could go. i hesitantly pulled up in the carpark. i grab my bag and walked down the very crowded hallways. i could barely hear my own thoughts with the amount of buzz going around. occasionally bumping into people too excited to meet their friends after the summer break.

my eyes roam around looking for a specific red-headed girl. spotting my best friend near her locker, i quickened my pace weaving past the crowd of teenagers.
noticing my presence, she dramatically hugged my body, wrapping her skinny arms around my shoulders and clinging to me like a koala. chuckling at her antics, a small smiled played on my lips. "yeah right. we just saw each other 3 days ago Amanda" "hey! you very well know you the only friend i have. you have no idea how lonely i got when i was kidnapped for a so called family bonding with my family. gosh, i think my ears bled listening to my stupid brothers quarrel every 5 seconds!" she described waving her hands dramatically for extra emphasis.

slowly drowning out her voice, i turned to my locker picking my books for my first period. the most dreaded one. Social. it never understood the useless projects they made the students do. i silently prayed that we wouldn't get any extreme projects like last year. - getting married. and involuntary shiver went down my spine thinking about it. waving a quick bye to Amanda, i parted ways and headed to hell-what i call social class.

i was 2 minutes early, just in time. i made a bee-line to the best seat- in my opinion the middle window seat. satisfied that no one occupied it, i sat on it anxiously waiting for mr browns to enter. Getting impatient, i eavesdropped on some conversations to get my mind off of things. "you think its the couple project again" "nah, you know they come up with something new every time." "whatever it is, i hope i get partnered with Kyle."

Right. Kyle Davis. Son of a big company. Infamous for using girls like tissue. Rumour has it that he already slept with half of the girls population. He captures hearts with his green eyes and golden brown hair. His full lips making every girl dream of kissing them in their sleep. His husky voice melting girls hearts. But me ? no. I absolutely hate the guy. I guess i can acknowledge his looks. But thats the limit.
His personality just brings him down overall. the way he is ignorant and get mad at everyone and anyone in his way. The other year i happened to see him screaming at a poor freshman bcs he bumped into him. Big turn off.