The alarm clock on my bedside table always wakes me up. Today it didn't, my first day of middle school at Alori high and I'm late! I splashed a hand full of water on my face. My black hair stuck to the wet blotches on my neck as I brushed my teeth. I added cream to my pale skin and mascara to my eyelashes, dark eyeliner to top it off, making my dark blue eyes stand out a lot more. I slid on a pair of jeans and a tank top I prepared the day before. One hand grabs the book I've been reading and the other grabs my bag as I rushed down the stairs, making curves at full speed. Knowing I was going to have to skip break fast, I snatched a banana from the counter and some extra money for lunch. Brushing my hair at last minute I headed towards the door when Stade steps in my way, blocking my escape.
"Not going to wait for your big brother?" he asks. "You wish" I gave him a scowl and almost squeezed past him but he pushed me aside, blocking my entrance once more. I growled. "What do you want?" I almost yelled. I didn't have time for this, nor the patience. "Dad says I need to drop you off." He explained, grinning in amusement. "Tell dad I'm just fine!" I shot back. "You hate me and I hate you, so here's a great idea! I go and you leave me alone!" I declared, knowing full well it wasn't going to be that easy. "I wish. " he said. "He paid me enough money to go see that concert this Saturday I've been wanting to go to by being your little chauffer today." He explained quite casually shrugging my comment off. "Can't you just…. You know, lie." I stated the obvious. "He got our neighbors to check if I'd drive you, I heard him on the phone talking to them last night!" He said, over dramatically, like always. "Whatever." I answered, finally giving up. It's just like dad to take those measures and it's just like Stade to know that he took them, dad being the precautious type he is and Stade being the sneak. I took a seat and waited for him to finish his breakfast. "Chew with your mouth closed, and can you hurry up? I'm waiting forever!" I complained, looking at the clock and thinking, I sound too much like mom! This gave me the chills. "Don't you care if we're late?" I asked, worrying about the time. "Just eat your banana and be quiet, I'm getting a head ache." He snarled. "Oh, please. Don't be such a crybaby! You're seventeen!" I argued. "I'm the crybaby? Do you hear yourself when you speak? I might be seventeen but you're 14 don't forget. Be a bit more mature." He backfired. "Like you're the one to talk." I muttered under my breath. "Excuse me?" He questioned, eyes staring daggers at me. His leer freaks me out. "Nothing!" I said, getting up from my seat to wait by the door.
When he finally finished I got him to let me sit in front and we made it to school…5 minutes late! "We're late, and it's all your fault!" I screamed, glaring at my brother. "My fault? It's your fault, maybe f you'd have stopped nagging me we would've been here on time!" I growled, denying its truth. I pushed the car door open and ran towards the school's front doors with Stade walking carelessly behind me in no rush to be on time.