Ariel
I hit my alarm so hard I knocked it off my night stand. Damn I hate Mondays. I rolled out of bed only to see my sister Arista digging through my closet.
"What are you doing!?"
"Looking for clothes, duh."
"Get out!"
I hit her with my pillow until she backed out of my room. You would think with all the money we have she'd leave my stuff alone. Besides, I'm the youngest; I should be the one stealing her clothes!
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and let out a heavy sigh. My red hair stuck up in every way imaginable. I grabbed my comb and dragged it though the knots, hoping to sort out the mess on my head. My hair never wanted to behave.
"Hurry up Ariel! I'm gonna leave without you!"
I yanked on my jeans and purple ruffled tank before rushing downstairs into the living room.
"Um, Ariel?" Arista made a pointed look at my feet.
Shoes!
I took the stairs two at a time until I reached my room. I grabbed my vans and socks and awkwardly slid down the stairs while putting them on. Aquata threw me my pack as I ran out the door, only to stop dead in my tracks. There, in our huge driveway, was a new, bright green convertible with a big red bow on it.
"Happy Birthday Darling," my dad said as he walked over and gave me a hug.
In the chaos of the morning I totally forgot about my birthday. My Sweet 16!
"Oh Daddy thank you!"
"Only the best for my little girl. Don't forget about your party tonight."
I waved goodbye as I got into Arista's car. I was getting my license after school today so I will be able to drive my new baby to school tomorrow! I can't wait to tell Jazz and Mulan! I am totally willing to give rides to school!
Jasmine
Why was she always late? I looked at my phone as I waited on the front lawn of the school. Waiting for Mulan was terrible. That girl may be the fastest person on the track team but in the morning she was as slow as a snail. I need to talk to her about Ariel's birthday present before she shows up. Finally, a panting Mulan dashed around the corner.
"Finally!"
"I over slept and then I couldn't find my soccer uniform."
"Never mind. You all set for the party tonight?"
"Yep! Got the handout printed and on my desk at home and my dress is hanging in the closet calling my name."
All the band members (myself included) pitched in for a couple of hours of studio time for the band. I could have bought it by myself but the band wanted it to be a group present. Down The Rabbit Hole (DTRH) has had plenty of gigs but hasn't gotten around to recording a CD yet. Ariel is going to freak!
"Oh, here she comes!"
We watched as Arista drove up with Ariel in tow. We bombarded her once the car pulled up to a stop.
"Happy Sweet 16!" we shouted at her.
I presented her with a bright green cupcake with the number 16 in purple frosting.
"Oh you guys this is great!"
She gave us hugs before we headed into school. Ariel couldn't stop talking about her new car and her party tonight.
"It's going to be amazing!" she shouted, her mouth full of green cupcake.
"Whoa girl, chew with your mouth closed."
She giggled and covered her mouth. Ariel was the best, but she could be a total weirdo some times.
"Hey Ariel, Happy Birthday."
Aladdin approached us, his guitar case in hand. He played bass in Skin Deep while Ariel sang and Mulan was lead guitar. A senior named Flynn played the drums, he was pretty chill.
"Thanks Aladdin! You'll be at my party tonight, right?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. You'll be there too, right Jazz?"
I quickly looked down at my phone, hoping he wasn't noticing me blush. Did he really care if I was at the party or not? Of course he did, I was his band manager.
"Of course. As band manager it is my duty to partake in any band member celebrations."
"Even if it's me celebrating the longest spitball ever shot?"
I turned around to see Flynn entering the school, drum sticks sticking out of his back pocket.
"Um, eww, no. Sorry to disappoint."
"No problem."
"So how did you spend your weekend?" Aladdin asked, that cute little half smile crossing his face. Damn he was so cute, with that floppy black hair and startling dark eyes.
"Worked on scoring gigs for you guys for next weekend. Still waiting to hear back from a few places."
"As long as we don't play any weddings or stuff like that I'm all good."
I glared at Flynn as he messed with something on his phone.
"You will play what I book you."
He stuck his tongue out at me as he headed to the breakfast line. Aladdin just shrugged his shoulders and followed after.
Ugh, Mondays.
Mulan
While the rest of the gang hung back and talked I raced to Mr. Hades history class. I had to turn in my extra credit essay on Ancient Chinese Culture before classes started.
"Here you go sir!"
"Well done Mulan. 10 pages, just as I asked."
"Yep! Everything anyone would want to know about Ancient China."
"It'll take me about a week or so for me to grade this then I'll be able to give it back. Run along now."
Mr. Hades usually hates students but I was an exception. I was the only one allowed to do extra credit because I didn't do half ass work and he knew my parents expectations of me and my grades.
I dumped my stuff in my locker and grabbed my chemistry book. My friends all had Latin with Mr. Thatch first period so I was alone, but that was ok because Shang was in chemistry with me. He's the captain of the boys' soccer team and a total hottie! Sadly he wasn't my lab partner, he was Aurora's and I felt so sorry for him. Aurora's nice and all, but she's a total air head.
I quickly took my seat as the bell rang, signaling the start of class. My lab partner, Eric, was running late as usual. I think I saw him posting "save the whale" flyers on the way here. Mr. Jafar cleared his throat to get everyone to quiet down, which only worked for him because he was scary as hell.
"Hello. Today we will have a pop quiz on the periodic table to help refresh your memories. Please take out a pencil and put your books away. Anyone caught talking, cheating, or pulling out their phones will get an F and detention for the next two weeks. You may begin."
The periodic table? I haven't looked at that in months! Oh God, I was going to fail.
I hate Mondays…
