Brutch

Chapter 1

"Something Called an Intro"

"HONEY, get up! School today!" My loud ass mother shouted while I was in my bed dreaming a beautiful night's sleep. I turned around in my extremely comfortable and comforting bed and saw my own small and delicate clock, which read "5:45 a.m.". It was early; too fucking early to be exact. I hate the fact that my school starts when the sun doesn't even shine yet. It's madness…Oh, I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Alice B. Cruthingther, but I prefer that you call me Allie. My full name gets me pissed off. Anyway, I'm 16 years old and I attend the most boring and unoriginal school that has ever existed on the face of this earth. Kiltworth High School, to be exact. Our mascot is the eagle. Yeah. Original, right? Every high school has that mascot! The teachers over here give me the chills. It'll make you wonder if they're found in some sort of mental institution or something.

"ALICE! GET UP! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE! The bus will be here any moment now!" my mother shouted. "I'M ALREADY UP MOM! And the bus is usually late all of the time anyway!" I shouted back. Ugh, parents. They get on you about everything that goes on in your daily life…sort of like pests. Every time you make a small mistake that is not in their favor, they come at you with their yellings and "YOU'RE GROUNDEDS!" Really annoying and quite bothersome, to be exact. I headed towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Freckles galore….and my messy reddish-brown like hair accompanies it. Such a mess! And I have to straighten it every morning, but it frizzes up again after school. I got to find a different hairstyle….

So as I was done with fixing myself up in the bathroom, I went through my closet. Most of my clothing wasn't girly or pinkish. I have mostly greens, some blues, a bit of black, with a tiny bit of yellow. You can say that I'm basically a tomboy...anyway, I just decided to wear some cargo pants and a random yellow t-shirt with some tennis shoes. Yup. That outfit just came out of the ass. Hey, at least it's something to wear, right? So I'm headed out of the door and went down those horrid, long stairs of this freaking house. I've hated them since I first learned how to walk. As I went down, I heard a loud "BOO!" which almost made me trip. It was my little brat of a brother, Mike. He goes to Heartworth Middle School and is in the 7th grade. I'm so happy that I don't have to hear his little mouth as he gets into high school, because I'll be gone by that time. "HI SISSY!" he screeched in my ear. "Don't you remember this PROJECT that you have to turn in today?" I gave him a stern look, and replied "Listen, kid. It's none of your business when it comes to MY work. In fact, I've already done it since a few months ago. It was so easy that I didn't need to look up any references whatsoever!" Mike poked his tongue at me and marched over to the table to eat breakfast. Boy, did I show him! The project was for my calculus class. Everybody thinks it's one of the most hardest classes ever, but it's actually very simple. I get straight A's in it too. Not only that, I also get straight A's in English, Art, AP History, Computer Graphics, and Technology III. Did I also mention that I am the Class president and everyone loves me? It bugs me to this day because I still feel like that freckled haired kid that everyone loves to pick on despite it being totally opposite of what I think of myself.

Anyways, back to the story. So my snotty little brother is over at the table eating his breakfast while I have to wait for the bus. But no matter, I ate a hearty meal before I woke up this morning so I don't need to eat anything for today. My eyes were just looking through the windows to see if the bus was here yet. They were shiny from me staring at the window so much. Sometimes I wonder if this cycle will ever end for me…but until it does, I'm still standing there, looking through the windows to see if the bus was here yet. As my eyes saw the bus, they got bigger and I was running really fast to the door, not bothering to say good bye to my parents because they annoy me SO MUCH that it's crazy. I was running really fast and was glistening with sweat as it went down my oval-shaped freckled face since the sun was so bright that it will cook an egg on the side of the hard, rock-like cement. So I was able to get on the bus due to my quick agility powers before it left me behind. The bus driver drove very very slow, so slow that it will rival a slug's slowness on the dirty, icky grass under that filthy, mushy dirt.

We finally got to the damn school after what it felt like HOURS on end. I was walking really slow since I REALLY didn't want to go to class today. The usual thing that happens to me is that I would enter the school with about a total of 10 guys asking me to date them. They were all average to me, and aren't that pretty enough even though some of the girls think they are cute. The girls looked at me with awe and envy, asking me for advice on how to look like me. Um, I'm wearing what's out of the closet today. Why do they even care? And they all want to be friends with me. I feel like such a loner in this school. Nobody seems to look at me as a person of royalty. Man, my life as a teenager is sucking so far. As I walk through the valley of the hallways of death, I noticed lots and lots of strange light. As I got closer, the strange light got brighter than the sun's beams itself. My eyes started to close due to the intense and bright brightness that I looked into my bag, and happened to find a pair of protective goggles that covers my eyes like a knight's shield. I put them on and went into the other room, fully prepared and saw the most amazing thing in sight….three boys who are very very beautiful. So beautiful that it would make even the hottest of the hottest guys jealous. I am DEFINITELY not sure what I'm going to be in for….really! Even though I'm basically the popular girl who thinks that life sucks, I don't know what I'm going to be in for!