He Stole my Sharpie!

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'Mum...' I moaned, hugging the bolster in my arms snugly. 'No dear, you better get up now. We've got pancakes for breakfast and I bet you would want to eat them before your brother does.' my mum said through the intercom installed by my bed side. 

'No...' I whined, putting the pillow over my head, trying to fall asleep again. You know, I don't get why my parents decided to install an intercom to use to wake me up (since alarm clocks have no use on me) but at the end of the day, my mum ends up dragging me out of bed all the time. Well, today is no exception.

After breakfast, I hurriedly dressed in my favourite 'I like nuggets' blouse and skinny jeans within 5 minutes before rushing down the stairs to meet Tristan, my brother. Pfft... I never get why he likes complaining about me being slow when he can practically wait for a whole century for his girlfriend (surprisingly he actually can find one) to put on her eyeshadow. Keyword: Eyeshadow. 

While walking to school, my brother, being a typical teenage guy, started to wink at the 'hot' (sense my sarcasm people!) girls that we passed by. Its an everyday thing so I don't really bother much. As I was feeling a rush of prankishness (strong desire to play a prank on someone), I spied with my little eye... Tristan *inserts maniacal laughter*. I pointed in a 'random direction' telling him that there's a really really hot girl and she was looking over at us. My brother being the gullible person  he was, shouted out in that direction: 'Wanna get a room together? I've got good suggestions'. To my brother's horror, the words were out of his mouth before he even identified the girl. Guess what? The 'really really hot girl' was actually Mrs Klein, a grouchy neighbour of ours that has no other liking than being frustrated. Happiness is a frustration in her weird weird world. She whacked him with her umbrella and muttered some incoherent word under her breath while I sniggered. 

We arrived at school shortly after and it was just the usual.  His girlfriend, whatever her name is, would come and kiss him, and within moments turn it into a make out session which my poor innocent eyes have suffered for a number of weeks and then some random person would shout get a room... Basically, the day starts out that boringly.

I headed to the lockers alone and got out my flask of water that I kept in case of emergencies and started my 4SDW (4 Stages of Drinking Water) which I have invented.