ONE

I'M AN AWESOME TROUBLE-MAKER

Morgan Green

I shot up from bed, panting heavily.

What did I just dream about? I can't remember… could it be a nightmare? I just shrugged, took a deep breath, and decided to get up and fix my bed and get ready for school.

SPLAAASH!

I sneered in disgust as I felt something very sticky drip down from my hair. I looked down to see my uniform coated with one of the most disgusting things in my life- slime, I think.

Great. I'll be late again.

"Imogen!" I yelled as I sent a glare towards the kitchen. I heard footsteps, and I was sure it's her, heading towards my direction. Her eyes widened when she saw me. "Eeew… What the heck happened to you?"

I pointed to the bucket which fell on the floor when I opened the bedroom door. With its epic fall earlier came a lot of disgusting slime that landed straight into me, and it was still rolling on the floor right now, adding more slime to the dirty floor.

"You did this, Imogen," I muttered, gritting my teeth, trying not to explode. "You. Did. This!"

She giggled. "Oh, yes, I did that. Feels good having a shower from nature itself, yeah my dear sis?"

"You. Are. Totally. Dead." I stepped forward, ready to murder this brat.

"Imogen! Morgan! Oh, not again!" my stepfather, Michael, said from the kitchen. I heard mom going towards us.

"What is this about, girls?" she asked, then backed away when she saw me. Seriously, do I look like a monster when I have slime all over me?"

"Imogen," I murmured. She suddenly unleashed her weapon- that innocent face that says, "Not me!"

"Not me, mommy," she said in a sad voice. "She's actually about to pour slime on me, but her plan backfired."

"She's lying, mom," I said. My stepfather appeared from the kitchen and backed away when he saw me as if I got the plague.

"Serves you right," he laughed. "You'd been giving my Imogen a lot of trouble lately."

My mother smacked his elbow. "It's Imogen's fault! You should be scolding her, dear!"

"You believe your monstrous little brat, Isabel?" my stepdad said. "Imogen is too-"

"Shut it, Michael," she muttered coldly. "Morgan, honey, go change now and clean your hair quickly. You don't want to be late for school."

I smiled faintly. "Yes, mom. Thanks for believing me." I went to my room and heard mom giving Imogen a quick scolding session as Michael continued to defend her.

Imogen, I hope you diiie.

"You have to catch up, Miss Green."

I swallowed nervously as I stood in front of Mrs. Clarkson, the school principal and English teacher of Westover Hall.

"You are always caught not paying attention to class, can't spell right, and can't even read at your age."

I clenched my fists. For a teacher, she's really dumb. "But Mrs. Clarkson, in case you've forgotten, I am dyslexic and I have ADHD."

She raised her head and gave me a cold stare.

"…and… there are… three more students. You know… dyslexic and ADHD kids… like me," I added.

"I am fully aware of that, Miss Green."

I remained silent after that.

"Miss Green, despite those problems, you should at least try to work properly to be successful. Do your best. Fight the hindrances."

I am trying, always trying, in case it wasn't obvious! My mind protested.

"Okay, just meet me at the faculty room after class. You may go now." He was suddenly calm. I forced a smile.

"Y-yes, ma'am," I nodded quickly. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Be early, Miss Green," she reminded me before I have completely left the room.

Trouuuble.

"Oh, another trip to the principal's office!"

I turned and saw Imogen. She grinned.

"Congrats, Morgan!" she giggled as she left. I sighed.

"Hey, Morgan."

I flinched again as I turned around. Fortunately it's no more enemy. It's Clover, probably the weirdest friend anyone will ever meet. He walks strangely, and looks and acts as strange. Sometimes I even feel like he's not a human being- but I don't want to be so mean.

"Yo," I smiled at him.

"What's up?"

"Another trip to the principal's office."

"Eh? Why?"

"Because." I took a deep breath. Do I really have to talk about it again? I'm sick of telling people about my learning disorders. They don't understand me afterwards anyway.

Then the bell rang. I said goodbye to Clover and walked away.

Class finally ended. I said goodbye to my friends as I headed to Mrs. Clarkson's office. The moments I dreadfully dread drew nearer. Clover insisted on going with me.

When we came, there are three other girls there, too. As far as I know, we have the same problems.

And on the floor, with a knife on her chest, was Imogen.

My heart did a happy dance.

And that concludes chapter one. :D
Morgan won't be the only character, there'll be three others and each character will be written by different authors :D Morgan ish Ajet's character :3

So yeah. Please click review! :D