I would love if you guys could pretty please read and review... It'd mean alot as I've worked hard on this story. All critiques welcomed but if you're gonna be mean then please just leave.
Disclaimer: Yahh I don't own anything but Ivy and her family soo yep.
Le Random Dude: "You call that a disclaimer? You're supposed to be more creative and witty than you really are so people will read your awful story duh."
Le Me: *Throws tomatoes at Random Dude's ugly face* "How's that for witty, heh?"
Umm so yeah. I know getting later into this you may start to feel like I'm "copying" Marley and her struggles a bit, but I'm not and if you think that then you can just keep it to yourself and don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.
"Marley! NO!" Ivy hears herself yell out, blinking open her eyes and gasping for air.
'Another nightmare.' She throws her quilt off herself and climbs out of bed, falling in the process as usual. Rolling her eyes she tucks her feet into her slippers and quietly opens her bedroom door. She tiptoes to the bedroom next to hers and quietly peeks inside. She finds two small figures tucked away in their beds and breathes a sigh of relief. She goes to the next bedroom to find her third little brother, the oldest of the three boys still snoozing as well. Satisfied, she sleepily trudges back to her bedroom, weaving her way around a few unpacked cardboard boxes. She knew she didn't even have to see if she had wakened her dad – there could be bombs dropping outside and he wouldn't know it. She sits down on her small bed trying to guess what her new school might be like. She, her brothers and dad had just moved from Cleveland to Lima. Normally Ivy hates change however she was more than happy to leave behind everyone in Cleveland. None of her "friends" liked her anymore anyways, but that's another story for another day. She shook with nerves from wondering what the people might think of her. She was homeschooled her 9th grade year so she wasn't sure what to expect from high school.
She's snapped out of her thoughts by her alarm going off, "She went down in an airplane, fried getting suntanned. Fell in a cem…" She slams the snooze button and jumps up to get ready. "Yikes!" She exclaims, appalled at her blonde hair all tangled and crazy. She puts it up into a French braid, brushes out her bangs and quickly throws on a knit cap.
Once dressed she runs across the hall to make sure her brothers are ready to go.
"Emmet! Give them back!" Flynn runs out of the door and down the hallway chasing after his younger brother.
"What's going on?!" Ivy yells after them.
"He took my underwear!" Flynn yells back, turning to face her.
"Aw, God! Cover your junk!" She grimaces, covering her face. "Emmet, give him back his underwear!" She yells out, trying to find the little boy. "I can't find him, Flynn. Can't you just wear another pair?" She asks the boy.
"I can't find any!" He says and Ivy rolls her eyes at his helplessness.
She marches into his bedroom, opens his top drawer and throws a pair of underwear at him. "Was it really that hard?" She says rolling her eyes. "Have you seen Brady anywhere?" She asks, walking out the room.
She crosses paths with Emmet in the hallway and he widens his eyes. "Why did you do that to your brother?" Ivy asks him and they stare at each other for a few moments before busting out laughing. "Good one, though." She whispers to him. They both snicker, going seperate ways.
She heads downstairs and into the kitchen to find her dad and youngest brother, Brady sitting at the table. "Morning, Daddy." She says, hugging her dad. "Morning, Brady." She kisses the boy on his cheek.
She notices his outfit and laughs a little. He is wearing basketball shorts, a button down shirt, grey hoodie and boots. "I see you dressed yourself, munchkin." She giggles. "Unfortunately, you can't wear that to school, buddy."
"Please?" He asks sweetly, giving her his best puppy dog look. Ivy almost caves before saying, "Nope. Sorry."
They go upstairs and she changes him into something fitting for the cool October day.
Soon everyone is downstairs, dressed and ready to go.
"Okay, so let's go over our morning commute. You'll be taking Brady to school since the pre-school is just down the road from your school and I'll be taking Emmet and Flynn. I don't have to be at work until 6:30 tonight so I can pick up all of them from school and then you'll have enough time to get back home from dance class after school before I have to leave for work." Ivy's dad, Mason, says, going over the plan for the 30th time.
"Yes daddy, I know. We'll be fine." She reassures him. She hops into her truck and buckles Brady in, cranks it up and takes a deep breath before making her way to school.