A.N. Short first Chapter, hope you like it anyway!
I woke up with my hair in tangled knots; I ran my hand through it, getting it got stuck a few times. I walked into the bathroom and untangled my hair slowly, cringing every time I accidentally pulled too hard with the brush. My face was bright red and boiling, I wiped it with a cold face cloth, it felt great against my skin.
Charlie had just resorted to cereal today, rather than ruin a while half a dozen eggs again. He left sooner than usual, some guy driving too fast heading down Forks Main Street. I looked at a photo of my Mom, she and Phil were already married and about to start a new family. But she calls most nights, but she rarely comes here, too wet and cold just every year on September 13th to give me my birthday gift.
I smiled at memories of my parents still together; I had stayed with my dad because of my best friend Jake.
I put on my ruby red pumps and headed out the door with my school bag and books.
School was as boring as ever. I lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV.
Last night I stayed up really late reading Agnes Grey, by Anne Bronte so I hardly got any sleep at all. I felt my eyelids grow heavy. I shook my head and pinched myself to stay awake, I still have that English essay to finish off for the next day, or was it tomorrow, my eyelids drifted and my mind started to blur. The TV became quiet again and I let myself drift off in sleep.
I woke up with a shook, the TV was tuned into a black and white programme and it was some guy playing the guitar really badly along with loud country singing in a strong Texas accent.
I groaned and turned off the TV.
I left the living room into the kitchen and reached for a glass of cool milk. The liquid cleansed my thirst as well as curing the amount of heat throughout my body. I looked outside, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. How long had I been asleep for? It was raining when Charlie left.