"Amy! It's time to get ready for school. You don't want to be late on your first day!" My older sister Katie shouted from the kitchen.
My alarm clock had already gone off about 4 times but I just kept hitting the snooze button. My first day of freshman year at a new high school… not exactly something I'm jumping out of bed for.
Slowly, I forced myself out of bed, groaning in pain as I went. I dragged myself to the bathroom and took a shower. I brushed my teeth and put my wet shoulder length auburn hair into a messy bun. I didn't have time to straighten it so it would just have to be wavy today. I ran to my closet to find something descent to wear. I pulled my black and white Volcom fitted tee over my Victoria's Secret bra. I jumped into my black faded Pac Sun skinny jeans, and slipped on my black and white checkered high top Converse. I walked into the bathroom to pile on my 3 pounds of eyeliner and mascara. (That's all the makeup I wear) I pulled my hair out of its messy bun and blew it dry. I grabbed my iphone and jogged down the steps just in time to watch the bus go by.
"Crap," I said under my breath.
"What was that, Amy?" My sister said from the living room.
"Nothing Katie," I yelled "I'm just gunna walk to school, its too nice outside to take the bus."
"Okay! I'll see you when you get home from school!"
She was way to perky. I mean I loved my sister, but she was just way to happy all the time. We had just moved to Wyckoff, New Jersey from L.A. My parents died in a car crash about a year ago, and after that, me and my sister moved out here. I have 2 other sisters, but I don't see them much. One is married and on her Honeymoon in Jamaica, and the other is out doing god knows what. I have talked to either of them since the funeral.
'Fuck its hot out,' I thought to myself. What was I thinking walking to school? I don't even know where the flipping school is for crying out loud! I have lived here for like 2 weeks and my sister is stupid enough to think that I know my way to school!? The sun was in my eyes as I walked down the street, so I pulled my Ray Bans out of my backpack and put them on. Cars were honking at me as I walked, but I just ignored them. One car stopped and rolled down the window.
"You lost, Beautiful" the guy in the car said.
"Nope, I'm good" I said a little creped out. I hadn't turned around to see who was talking to me, but from his voice it was a teenage boy. He obviously wasn't driving, and he sounded about my age. I continued to walk, trying to get away, but to my surprise, the big white SUV followed me, just rolling down the street at about 5 miles per hour. I herd the car stop, and someone get out before it rolled away at full speed. I turned around to be met by the gaze of a beautiful boy. His piercing eyes were brown with little specks of gold in them, and oddly enough I think I knew him. His black shaggy hair framed his face, and his bulging muscles moved as his tan hand extended to shake my hand
"Hi, I'm Joe Jonas."