Chapter 1
I wake up rubbing my eyes as I see the sun's rays shining in through my window forcing me out of bed. I still haven't gotten used to all this sunshine in my room greeting me every morning ever since I moved out to LA two months ago. We moved here so that my mother could find a better job, and that we could all get out from the rural state to more opportunities. My bedroom, back when I was in Ohio had no windows, and now, sadly, this one does. It sucks because my room is so small that whichever way I place my bed the sunshine will still be able to poke its way into my room and onto it.
"Glen, get out of the washroom!" I yell sleepily from my bed.
Glen is my seventeen year old brother. He is older than me by one year. He can be a major pain in the ass but I'm forced to put up with him since he's my brother.
"I'll be out in a minute, don't lose your head." He retorts. But only I know his 'one minute' translates into five hours so, I have a reason to be mad.
"Okay, just make sure not to use up all the toothpaste and shampoo." I mockingly warned him.
In the meantime I arranged my clothing for my first day at King High school; grey jeans and blue top, then went downstairs to see what my father was setting up for us to eat.
"Morning honey," my father said to me as I took a great sniff of the air in the kitchen.
"Mmmmm, the food smells so good. What are you making?" I asked in the middle of giving him a kiss on the cheek. I swear my father should've become a professional chef instead of a therapist, he is just too good. His defence is that he still has much to learn. Yeah right.
"I'm making a Rye Crepe for us all, simple, quick and yummy. Hey where's Glen?" he answers.
"He's hogging the bathroom," I replied.
"Spencer, you still haven't changed for school. Hurry up, it's almost time to go!" my mom pipes up as she comes down the stairs in her nurse uniform.
My mom has always been focused on me and my brother's education. She says that without school you don't have a future even if you don't quite know what to do with it yet. She wants... No needs us to be on time, its part of being responsible. For goodness sakes I'm only 16. I don't need to know what I want to be carreerwise.
*Five minutes later*
"Yeah mom I'm going to get ready after I eat my breakfast. That should give bathroom hogger upstairs enough time to finish. "I said as I continued to eat my food.
"Hey I heard that," Glen's voice came from upstairs.
"Yeah, well maybe you should hear this; I will eat your breakfast if you don't get your ass down here in 30 seconds, and I mean that." I teased him.
"You wouldn't." He rushed down the stairs to see me reaching for his breakfast."Hey, no touching my food!" He got to it just in time. I excused myself from the table and stuck my tongue out at him while hearing my parents laughing in the background.
*8:20, School starts at 9*
I took a shower, threw on my clothes and brushed my teeth in less than 10 minutes as the steam from the washroom, that my brother created, was bugging me. I'm lucky for my straight blonde hair; it doesn't take long to style. I can even wake up and go to school just the way it is, but I won't today since it's my first day and appearance is everything.
"Guys I'm done, I'll be right down. " I tell the others. I walk to my bedroom to retrieve my backpack, then steps away upon entering my room I hear my cell phone ringtone go off. I swing my backpack onto my back and reach for my phone. Who would be calling me this early in the morning, I thought. I only needed to glance once at the number, one of the few that I had, before I knew what I had to do next. I pressed the reject call button and put my slightly dying phone in my pocket. I sighed, closed the door to my room and walked down the stairs with my head down.
"Honey are you okay?" My father questions me.
"Oh me, yeah I'm fine. Where are mom and Glen?" I say, trying to cover up whatever was showing on my face.
"They are in the car. You sure your fine, you can talk to me you know, about anything. I know the move here is big, but you need to stop worrying about your past and look to the future." He says reassuringly.
"Yeah dad I know I can count on you. We better get to school now or mom will blow another fuse." I say, with plenty of thoughts running through my head. With that we walked out the door.