Let's Play A Game || l.t./h.s.

Chapter 1: Whatever, puffer! You suck!

Chapter 1: Whatever, puffer! You suck!

So here's the first chapter! :D It's about a few days late. (A week actually) Whoops! Sorry xD Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter! :*

•>Kat<•

Under The Gun by The Killers blasted through my phone, signalling that it's time for me to wake up. I peeled my eyes open and sighed, swiping the screen of my phone to stop the alarm.

It's another day of school. Another day of bullying. Another day of being alone. Another day of eating alone. Another day of feeling lonely.

Kidding!

Okay, I'm sorry! That was a bad joke. A very horrible, terrible, not-so-good joke. It's just another day of being with my crazy friends, and being 'bullied' for my weight. I don't really get affected with what they say. I used to get affected, but not anymore!

I sat up and lazily tried to fix my bed with my eyes half-closed. When I finally agreed with myself that it was neat enough, I stood up from the bed and stomped over to my closet —quite literally, might I add.

I opened it and took out my regular everyday clothes: A hoody, not-too-skinny skinny jeans, socks, Uggs, a number of bracelets, and my paper plane necklace.

I walked to the bathroom and turned the water on while I undressed, throwing the dirty clothes into the hamper. I jumped straight into the running water after, knowing that it's just on the right temperature. When I finished my shower, I took a towel from one of the drawers and dried myself, wrapping it around me. I took another towel and wrapped my hair with it. I quickly got dressed because of the cold breeze that was seeping through the sides of the bathroom door, making goosebumps appear all throughout my body.

When I was fully dressed, I walked to the fogged up mirror, wiped it, then I started applying make-up. I pulled my brown wavy hair into a ponytail and pulled out pieces of hair to frame my face.

When I was presentable enough, I grabbed my stuff and marched my way downstairs, grumbling a good morning. I sat on the stool beside Cole, my older brother, and started inhaling the food my mom made for me.

"Jeez, Kitten. Slow down. No one's going to steal your food from you." Cole laughed at me, stopping me from shoving another piece of pancake inside my full mouth.

I glared at him and said, "I font ker!" He looked at me in disgust and scooted away, saying, "Don't speak when your mouth is full!"

"Honey, you're brother's right. Have some table manners." She laughed, but agreed with Cole nonetheless, then added, "Not that you're eating at a table."

"Okay, that was lame, mom." I commented after I swallowed the food. "But please hon, listen to Cole. For once in his life, he's actually right." Mom joked again, while I snickered. "Was that supposed to make me feel better?" He asked while shaking his head, trying to fight a smile.

"I think mom was just pointing out that I'm always right." I winked at him and continued to eat my food. "Puh-lease!" He rolled his eyes while flicking his wrist, which made me laugh.

When I finished eating my food, Andre and Andrea, the twins, walked downstairs, fully dressed. "Morning." They greeted together and continued walking to the stools on each side of me and Cole.

Sometimes, I wonder if Andre and Andrea have this twin telepathy thing going on with them. They usually say things in unison. I remember during their first birthday, they both spoke their first word together--which was cat-- and I got so creeped out that I actually had a mild panic attack (the panic attack was actually because I was watching a horror movie with Cole. I just thought I should put it out there.)