"Vero, time to get up!" yelled mom from downstairs.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I called back. I had awoken from yet another one of my crazy dreams. For the past three weeks I had been getting these strange dreams that all had one thing in common. They all consisted of Green Fire, in someplace or another there was always green fire. Strange eh?
As I was getting ready for school the fresh scent of waffles filled my nose. I quickened my pace and soon I had my school clothes on. I sat down at my makeup table and carefully started to brush my short straight blonde hair. I put my hair up in the way I wore it every day, with one side pulled back slightly with two berets crisscrossed over top of each other keeping it back and in position. It was kind of a tradition. I quickly applied mascara and eyeliner to my eyes and then for the final touch I applied some clear lip-gloss to my lips. I observed the result, my hair looked crisp and tidy and as for my makeup it highlighted my bright green eyes and outlined and shaped my lips! I looked pretty not gorgeous, but pretty was the affect that I wanted. Of course I could be gorgeous if I wanted to be, but there were already to many bleached blondes with tons of makeup on at my school and I certainly was not like them!
"Veronique St.Lorent get your but down here!" my mother screeched,"
Your breakfast is getting cold and if you're not quick your brother
will have devoured it by the time you get down!"
Ah, my brother David, the idiot in the family. There always in one but mine was the worst of them all! He is1 year older than me but he still had the attitude of a perverted 12 year old. He was the jock. David had girls around every corner, but they were to stupid to realize that he was cheating on him. It was truly a pathetic scene! But David liked the attention; he played with one girl, dumped her and then started playing with another one. This process would go on and on there was no end! He just didn't seem to get it.
i ran down the stairs only to find my brother chomping away at MY waffles! "Hey idiot, get your hands of my waffles!" I screamed at him.
"Mom said I could have them if you didn't get down the stairs in 30 seconds and guess how long it took you?" he asked.
"How long?" I asked sarcastically.
"Exactly 32.2 seconds," he said knowingly.
"You know you're holding the watch upside down, eh genius?" I asked before I stomped away. I grabbed my knapsack and a breakfast bar foe on the go and ran to my bus stop. As I rounded the corner I saw the bus waiting for me. I sprinted too it and just made I hoped on board and we were off.
I looked around for a seat. My best friend Rachelle had saved me a seat in the back. I walked up to her ignoring the strange glances I got from the kids at the front of the bus.
"Vero," she exclaimed as I sat down next to her, "it's nice to see you catch the bus once in a while!"
" Thank you," I said still quite flustered from my run.
"No really it's great to see you take time off of your busy schedule so you could ride with us NORMAL people,' someone shouted from the front.
The whole bus went silent and someone giggled. I didn't want to react so I went on talking to Rachelle trying to restore the loud normal bus sounds.
"So ah Rachelle are you going to riding tonight?" I asked. Hopefully people would go back to talking loudly with their friends. Slowly but surely people went back to their conversations and soon enough it was back to normal. That was weird I thought to myself, no one has ever said something like that to me ever before.This was going to be a strange day I said to myself as the bus pulled up at the front of the school.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I called back. I had awoken from yet another one of my crazy dreams. For the past three weeks I had been getting these strange dreams that all had one thing in common. They all consisted of Green Fire, in someplace or another there was always green fire. Strange eh?
As I was getting ready for school the fresh scent of waffles filled my nose. I quickened my pace and soon I had my school clothes on. I sat down at my makeup table and carefully started to brush my short straight blonde hair. I put my hair up in the way I wore it every day, with one side pulled back slightly with two berets crisscrossed over top of each other keeping it back and in position. It was kind of a tradition. I quickly applied mascara and eyeliner to my eyes and then for the final touch I applied some clear lip-gloss to my lips. I observed the result, my hair looked crisp and tidy and as for my makeup it highlighted my bright green eyes and outlined and shaped my lips! I looked pretty not gorgeous, but pretty was the affect that I wanted. Of course I could be gorgeous if I wanted to be, but there were already to many bleached blondes with tons of makeup on at my school and I certainly was not like them!
"Veronique St.Lorent get your but down here!" my mother screeched,"
Your breakfast is getting cold and if you're not quick your brother
will have devoured it by the time you get down!"
Ah, my brother David, the idiot in the family. There always in one but mine was the worst of them all! He is1 year older than me but he still had the attitude of a perverted 12 year old. He was the jock. David had girls around every corner, but they were to stupid to realize that he was cheating on him. It was truly a pathetic scene! But David liked the attention; he played with one girl, dumped her and then started playing with another one. This process would go on and on there was no end! He just didn't seem to get it.
i ran down the stairs only to find my brother chomping away at MY waffles! "Hey idiot, get your hands of my waffles!" I screamed at him.
"Mom said I could have them if you didn't get down the stairs in 30 seconds and guess how long it took you?" he asked.
"How long?" I asked sarcastically.
"Exactly 32.2 seconds," he said knowingly.
"You know you're holding the watch upside down, eh genius?" I asked before I stomped away. I grabbed my knapsack and a breakfast bar foe on the go and ran to my bus stop. As I rounded the corner I saw the bus waiting for me. I sprinted too it and just made I hoped on board and we were off.
I looked around for a seat. My best friend Rachelle had saved me a seat in the back. I walked up to her ignoring the strange glances I got from the kids at the front of the bus.
"Vero," she exclaimed as I sat down next to her, "it's nice to see you catch the bus once in a while!"
" Thank you," I said still quite flustered from my run.
"No really it's great to see you take time off of your busy schedule so you could ride with us NORMAL people,' someone shouted from the front.
The whole bus went silent and someone giggled. I didn't want to react so I went on talking to Rachelle trying to restore the loud normal bus sounds.
"So ah Rachelle are you going to riding tonight?" I asked. Hopefully people would go back to talking loudly with their friends. Slowly but surely people went back to their conversations and soon enough it was back to normal. That was weird I thought to myself, no one has ever said something like that to me ever before.This was going to be a strange day I said to myself as the bus pulled up at the front of the school.