I didn't dream that night, I guess they (whoever they are) decided I'd had enough dreams/visions for one day. So I woke up, (to the annoying sound of my alarm clock), well rested and ready for another day of school, and I wasn't gonna be late this time.

I took a quick shower and pulled on some black, green, and white (plaid) Bermuda shorts, a light green shirt, and some green sandals. It was gonna be warm today, and I don't like sweating. Then I pulled my black curly hair into a ponytail and walked to my brother's room.

"Jason," I called while I knocked.

No answer. Ugh, then he gets mad at me for going into his room, but how am I supposed to get him up.

I sighed and pushed the door open, he was on his back, his arm was thrown across his face, and the covers were tangled around him.

"Jason," I repeated.

He groaned and curled onto his side.

I came over to him and gently shook his shoulder, he opened his eyes, and groaned again.

"I'm up," he murmured groggily.

I nodded, "Good, I don't want to be late today," then I left his room and went downstairs to eat some breakfast.

Mom had already left for work. Surprise, surprise. And she'd taken the spaghetti I'd left for her. I grabbed some Trix and poured it into a small white bowl, then I added some milk, and dug in.

After I was finished, Jason wasn't down yet, so I went upstairs, and I saw him walking around, still in his pajamas, with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

"Are you kidding me?" I all but shrieked.

He gave me a look, like I was the dense one, and continued on his way. I groaned and went into my room to grab my backpack and my cell phone, yup, we were gonna be late. But I guess there's no use fighting fate, what with having Jason as my ride.

By the time he was ready, we had exactly four minutes in order to not be late, and he was speeding. So what does fate decide to do, that's right, it decides that it would be funny for us to get pulled over. Ha. Ha.

We pulled over and I groaned.

"Why me?" I whined, my hands upturned to the skies.

"I'm the one that's gonna have to pay for it, what are you complaining about?" He asked.

"We're late!"

"You're still on that? We get pulled over, and all you can think about is being late?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What do you mean still on that? That's what I've been on the whole time, and you take your sweet damn time getting ready, what else would I be on?"

"All you do is nag me, just shut up,"

I snorted. "Nag you? I wake you up every morning, I made dinner last night, I cleaned up the plate that you smashed, all without complaint. And all I ask is that you get me to school on time, and you can't even do that," I spat.

"Well I was angry, and yes, you do nag me, you're nagging right now,"

"I'm not nagging you! I'm stating a fact! And don't tell me to shut up!"

"I'll do whatever i want, you-"

"Hey!" I jumped at the strange voice, and realized it was the cop, leaning in through the window.

"Oh," Jason chuckled nervously, "Sorry officer, it's just that my annoying sister-"

"I'm annoying?" I interrupted, "You can't even-"

"Quiet, now," the cop said in a firm tone. We both fell silent. "Damn kids," he muttered.

I frowned but kept my mouth shut.

"Anyway, license and registration,"

Jason arched his butt and pulled out his wallet, and I reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the registration.

We both handed the items over and let him inspect it.

"Nice car, by the way," he said quietly.

I rolled my eyes as Jason beamed proudly, "Thank you, sir,"

He sighed and looked up, "You were driving twenty-seven miles over the speed limit,"

"We were in a hurry to get to school," I explained. Jason gave me a look.

"Well, maybe you should consider waking up earlier," he suggested.

I turned to Jason, "Yeah, Jason, maybe you should,"

"It's not my fault that you can't stop obsessing over your perfect attendance record,"

"Not so perfect anymore," I sneered.

He rolled his eyes and turned back to the officer, "See what I have to deal with?"

The man sighed, "I'm gonna have to right you up, son, speeding is speeding,"

Jason nodded dejectedly.

He handed back the license and registration, then pulled out his ticket pad thingy. I puffed out air through my lips and slouched in the seat, I was never going to hear the end of his rant.

And, as promised, once we were back on the road, he continued to throw insults at me, gripping the wheel furiously, and threatening to never again give me a ride, I just gritted my teeth and held my tongue, lest he decide to throw me out of the car then and there.

Once he pulled into the parking lot, I jumped out and rushed to my first period.

Sorry for the short chappie y'all...

and sorry for not updating, ive been busy with Bball practice, but don't worry, chapter 4 is in progress :)

let's see, thanks a lot to RoseNymph, and Aleks Diaz for reviewing, it means a lot, really

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