Elsa
Some things in life were made to be better than others, whether it be by man himself or by the forces of nature. It is just a concept of our world. Not only that, but even how pleasant and pleasing something is is entirely based on opinions. Someone might live for the taste of cheesecake while others are repulsed by the simple thought of it or others might set time aside each day to bask in the last light of the day and their neighbor hardly even spares it their faintest attention. Yet, in the midst of those infinite topics that could be disputed, one thing exists that is universally hated amongst most of the human population without much argument: the dreadful sound of an alarm clock set at exactly 5:45 in the morning. Especially after staying up until three scrounging up a last-minute essay because let's be honest, better things to do can be found.
No matter how tempting the snooze button came to be, tempting me by flashing across the phone screen, I begrudgingly gave in to the loud shrieks that pierced through the air, swiping it off and sitting up. My hands smeared down my face as if to wipe the sleep away but to no avail. I didn't even have to do the same to my hair to know that my locks stuck up on end. Thankfully, it was nothing a cold shower couldn't fix.
And it did. By the time I was out and dressed, I wouldn't say I was wide awake, but I was awake enough to manage to drag myself to school. Bag in my hand, I made my way downstairs to find two plates of waffles already set out and ready to eat. They were clearly not made long ago, the sweet scent of syrup still wafting through the air, making them seem like they were almost begging to be eaten, but I refused to cave until my sister made her way to the table as well. Thankfully it didn't take long before she came bounding in, a large grin painted on her face.
"Morning Elsa!" She greeted, plopping down on the chair next to me. "You didn't have to wait for me, y'know." I chuckled as I watched her shove a few bites into her mouth in the midst of her sentence, shaking my head lightly.
"I know I didn't," I tell her, picking up my own fork and placing a bite in my mouth, but in a more refined way. Just by the way we ate one could tell the difference between our personalities. Anna tended to be more carefree; the spontaneous type. She always put others before herself and lived life to the fullest, including a childish nature. It was hard to say the same for me. I was cautious about everything, more closed off. I was overcritical, uptight could be said, too. I was an ice queen of sorts. Still, Anna and I were as close as sisters could be. We were the only blood we had left after all. Of course, our friends were easily considered family as well.
"C'mon Els! We have to leave soon!" My sister called me, stuffing the last bites into her mouth before dropping her plate in the sink to take care of after school. The sound of my name pulled me out of my thoughts, realizing I unconsciously had finished my meal. Sighing, I followed her actions, putting my plate in the sink and trailed after her. "Don't forget your wig!" She called from a room. A mop of brown was suddenly tossed in my direction, leaving me to instinctively catch it.
"How can I forget?" I grumbled, eyeing the locks in my hands. I wasn't the happiest when we were told we had to wear a disguise. It wasn't enough that we had to transfer schools after moving to a whole other state at the end of Junior year, but apparently, our identities being compromised left us to go under an alias. It was the only other way the CEO of the agency would allow us to continue our education in a public facility. Of course, schools were nowhere near pleasant, but it beat having to spend most of our time at Headquarters. It was bad enough that we had to relocate to where it was based in so a watchful eye could be kept on us. At least the wigs were good quality, I guess.
Sucking up any annoyance I had with our circumstances, I made my way to the bathroom mirror where I could fix the piece on my head and make it look as realistic as I could along with making sure it was fastened enough so it wouldn't fall off. Once it was, I plucked a pair of black framed glasses of the counter and slipped them onto my face. I let my hands fall to my sides as I stared at my reflection, or rather Elizabeth Williams's reflection. I wasn't actually sure how the simple change of hair color and a pair of glasses qualified as making us unrecognizable (95% sure we are not Clark Kent), but I didn't argue the fact. At least we didn't have to use a hair dye that made our scalps itchy after a while.
A honk from out front drew my attention away from my appearance, Anna calling after me hardly a second later. "Coming!" I call back, sparing the mirror one final glance before rushing to collect my belongings and heading out the door, locking it behind me. Anna was already situated in the back of the purple jeep, our other two friends occupying the front.
"Get in loser, we're going to the underworld!" The blonde - at least artificially - called from the passenger seat. It still was a bit offputting seeing her as a blonde instead of her usual unruly, red locks. The wig was still quite curly and messy, her refusing anything otherwise, just not to the same extent.
"Hey Merida," I smile to her, climbing in next to my sister. I chuckle, noticing her black hair hanging crookedly off her head. I reach over and straighten it out, draping the ringlet curls over her shoulder, "shouldn't you be able to do this by now?" I can't help but tease her, the grin on my face letting her know that it was my only intention. Still, she poked her tongue out at me.
"The wigs are on, so you mean Britney, not Merida." She teases back earning her an eye roll. Her own hands reached up to gently pat the wig as if checking it but I swatted them away, silently scolding her for potentially messing it up. She flopped back on the seat, crossing her arms in a pout. I did nothing but smile.
The ride to school was short and sweet, just a mere 5 minutes (not including stoplights that take absolutely forever to switch to green) filled with upbeat tunes to wake us up courteous to our driver, Rapunzel, or Katie as I should refer to her as now. Daily life could be a bore and stressful, so a dose of music always worked like a charm when it came to making things just a bit easier.
It was over too soon as we pulled up to the High School. Even at 7:00 in the morning, students flooded into the doors as if a hoard of zombies were gathering for some unknown reason. They certainly looked like zombies in appearance: most eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, outfits and hair thrown together without much care (nobody even really paid attention to this aspect), feet sluggishly lagging behind them. Some even lacked brains as well and made it painfully obvious.
"Lounge at the tree or head to class and chill there?" Rapunzel asked, gazing towards the front of the building. Nobody spoke for a moment, pondering the question.
"Classroom maybe? I really don't feel like looking at people's faces right now." Merida suggested when no one else came up with an answer. The three of us shrugged in response, passively agreeing as we didn't seem to care too much. Not having any other reason to stall around the student parking, we joined the mass of zombies in their march into the school.