Chapter 3
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
"Eugh", I mumbled into my pillow, along with a few other profanities. I turned off the alarm on my shitty phone and threw it across the room. Yes I admit I'm not a morning person. Rolling out of bed, I could hear Grant whistling cheerfully downstairs. How could he be so perky in the mornings?!
After my shower I sat in my closet (it's a walk-in) growing increasingly anxious. What do I wear? Casual? Fancy? I definitely couldn't stay in my towel. Embracing the summer day outside, I decided on 'hot' casual. I pulled on a pair of vintage high-waisted Levi cut-offs and a random tight black crop tee. I put my long blonde hair into a high ponytail and coated my eyelashes with mascara. Unfortunately my blue eyes didn't suit much makeup so my face, as always, stayed plain. DONE. I sighed with relief.
I ran downstairs, practically leaping the last eight steps, and was confronted by my idiot brother eating a ginormous breakfast like a dog. Grant and his food. I just knocked back a smoothie and grabbed my backpack and brown loafers.
"Grantaryyy", I whined, not wanting to be late.
"SHOWTIME", he screeched, making me laugh.
Yeah, ShowTime. Prepare to meet the Morgans, Roseville.
As we discovered yesterday, Roseville High was only a 15 minute walk from our new house. As Grant and I strolled through the corridors, loads of people turned and (not so subtly) stared at us. I started to panic. Grant just laughed at my pale face, slung an arm around my shoulder, and said (loudly), "Don't worry baby sis! Roseville chicks are hot!" He paused to wink cheekily at a couple of female bystanders.
"Yeah, that was my biggest fear, Granty. Not enough hot girls to satisfy ya", I said sourly, pulling a disgusted face. Hey, I could be a bitch to my brother whenever I wanted. That was the only perk of having him. Grant just grinned at my discomfort and led us to the receptionist's office.
Time for class.
