Bring! Bring! Bring!

I groaned and flipped onto my stomach, burrowing my head under my pillow. That didn't help stop the obnoxious alarm clock from ringing though, so I resorted to actually sitting up and shoving it off of my dresser.

Nope, Mello knew how badly I hated mornings and had bought me an almost indestructible alarm clock, so I wouldn't be able to break it. Sighing, I rolled off my bed, unstably getting to my feet. I grabbed the loathsome machine and resisted the urge to chuck it at the wall in a rage of hate. It wouldn't do any good so I switched it off and set it back on my dresser, annoyed at the fact that I would have to repeat this process the next morning, because unfortunately this was only the first day of school and not, like, the 180th.

Sluggishly I glanced down at my clothing. One oversized band t-shirt over a pair of black leggings. Last night I had fallen asleep in my clothing while trying to beat my older brother Matt at one of his favorite racing games.

He, of course, had won. Challenging Matt at any sort of electronic game would only ensure your failure. He had probably brought me back to my room at some remote hours of the night; most likely around three or four, meaning I only had around three hours of sleep. Great thinking on my part. Oh well.

My gaze swept around the room looking for my hairbrush. There was no point in changing my clothes, but the least I could do was try to tame my curly mass of auburn curls. Yanking the brush through the knots I quickly brushed my teeth and made my way down the hall to Matt's room.

"Matty, Mels, get up!" I hollered. Approximately ten seconds later I rapped on the door, "If you don't answer I'm coming in!"

I waited, three, two, one! Just then the door flung open, showing a very disheveled and furious looking Mello.

"What the hell, Ever?!" Matt's blonde haired roommate, and our best friend, spat.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "It is morning." I pronounced every syllable slowly. "We have breakfast at ten." For a genius it sure took him a long time to compute.

"Oh."

"Yeah, get Matty up will you? I'll be in the cafeteria."

He nodded and grabbed the brush that I still had in my hands.

"Imma use this."

He then slammed the door in my face. Oh well, that was what I got for waking up Mello. Hopefully they wouldn't be late for the ceremony we had before classes started. I started the long walk down from the dorms to the main campus. Perhaps I should explain here, Mello, Matt, and I are orphans living at an orphanage for genius's called Wammy's house. Matty and I came here when we were four, and met Mello, and we've been friends ever since. Today classes resumed from our summer break which had lasted a month. One whole glorious month of fun, video games, and sleep. Lots of sleep, something I was desperately lacking right now.

I found the busy cafeteria and shoved my way to the front of the line and decided to grab a tray for Matt and Mello too. Aren't I such a nice person? Well they probably wouldn't have time to eat otherwise and then I'd be hearing them complain until lunch about how hungry they were. I really didn't need to deal with that.

My next task was to find someplace to sit. I glanced over the full tables cursing the vast numbers of kids who resided here.

"Ever!" I heard my name being called, and my gaze found Linda who was desperately trying to get my attention.

"Oh, hey!" I said setting down the three full trays onto the table. "Thanks for saving the seats."

My best, and really only, girl friend Linda pushed some of her brown hair out of her face.

"No prob." She responded. "Look at some stuff I did."

Linda was an artist, and a very good one at that. She spread her artwork all over the table. I gasped, it was us! The Wammy kids I mean.

"This is amazing…" I sighed picking up a drawing. It was of Mello, Matt and I. Matt was on his portable like usual, but Mello and I apparently were in the middle of a full out argument. I was stomping on his foot, and his chocolate was all mushed in my hair. I giggled remembering that moment.

"It looks so real…"

Linda blushed at my praise and mumbled thanks under her breath. The other pics showed all of the other kids, either together or alone.

"You gotta get these into a gallery or something."

I helped her gather up the photos and put them back into a large portfolio she was carrying. I was jealous, I couldn't draw for squat. My talents lay elsewhere.

Coincidently, Linda asked me how my book was going.

"Fine." I replied. Would it be bragging if I said my writing was just as good as Linda's artwork? It was true; I was at Wammy's for my ability to write realistically.

"I've almost finished the majority of the middle, only the ending to go."

"That's great!" Linda exclaimed. "Can I read it then?"

I grinned, and said, "Perhaps."

A long time ago Linda had asked if she could read it, but I had told her only when I was finished. Till then it would remain a secret. I haven't even told her the plot. She was about to argue when Mello plopped down and glared at me. Matt followed, not lifting his gaze from his game.

"Pssst Mels!" I said poking Mello. "Why ya so grumpy."

"I DON'T FUCKING HAVE ANY CHOCOLATE LEFT." He shouted, and then collapsed at the table.

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. "Someone call 911! Mello's out of chocolate!" I giggled hysterically earning many skeptical glances from the other kids.

"Shut up!" He groaned, head in his hands. "It's fucking early, and if I don't have my damn chocolate it will be a very bad day for all of you."

"Hmm…" I contemplated. My choices were, either, watch Mello suffer (which was hilarious) and have him be all grumpy and short tempered all day, or give him chocolate and shut him up.

"Fine." I gave in and gave him a bar from my MNC (Mello Needs Chocolate) stash.

"Thanks." He muttered, unwrapping it. I rolled my eyes and checked my phone.

"We're gonna be late for the opening ceremony you guys." I said, dumping the leftover food into the trash."

They followed me to the auditorium where our caretaker Rodger was going to make a speech, then we were going to get our class list (which was the same every year) and then school would officially start. But for the next twenty minutes I was going to be very bored.

Rodger came on to the stage and smiled. "Before we start I'd like to welcome someone new to Wammy's." He said.

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