I forgot to write all the disclaimers last time but as per: I own nothing except my OC. Enjoy chapter 2!
Chapter 2
There were no alarms in the Bender household, as the very notion of rising before the sun had half crossed the sky deeply offended John Bender Sr. the only indication that the sun rose everyday was when it streamed in through John Bender Jr.'s curtain less windows.
However the light only served as a reminder of how shit it really was to live in the Bender household, the crisp March sunlight illuminating the cracked wall paper and the peeling paint. Not to mention the splinter filled wooden floorboards covered by a threadbare rug and the rusty door barely hanging onto its hinges.
The only sound in the house was the clattering and banging of Mrs Bender downstairs putting together her husband's lunch for much later in the morning (or early afternoon), in the hopes of appeasing his temper.
John always woke at the crack of dawn and would stare at the cracked paint on his ceiling for a few moments before haling himself up. Always hoping for the occasional day when his mother slept in so that he could have the house to himself, to collect his jumbled thoughts before slouching off to school or a bar somewhere.
Just another day in the Bender household, John sighed. Got another fucking detention with Vernon today, couldn't forget that! Better get up; they would really miss me if I didn't show!
Not usually one to feel sorry for himself, he pushed himself to his feet and reached for the nearest clean flannel shirt. Time to get today over with.
Claire
Rose pink walls surrounded a spotless room; a half open window blew a gentle breeze into the room. Rustling papers and tousling the hair of one Sleeping Beauty. Claire Standish, Prom Queen of two years and pride of the school.
Gently peeling her eyes open, she sat up to survey her perfect room. Like something out of a fairy tale, all the books on shelves where straight and in order. Her clothes arranged in what would make perfect outfits and what colours matched, with harmonizing shoes, hats and scarves.
However the dresser was the crowning jewel of the room, completely white with a curved oval mirror, it was littered with jewellery and make up, hairbrushes and accessories. It was all so perfect you would expect a parade of woodland animals to arrive at any moment to wish Claire 'good morning.'
No alarm was needed when your dreams where a reality when you woke up. However there was trouble in paradise, downstairs she could already hear the beginnings of a row between her parents, over something as simple as passing the wrong jam.
Claire was suddenly jerked out of her normal Saturday morning haze, to the realisation that there was an all day detention with her name on it today. Groaning she lay back to gaze at her milky white ceiling,
How can this be fair? No one would expect this of the Prom Queen, I had better try my best to pretend today never happened to uphold my reputation. Maybe if i ask Daddy really nicely he can get me out of it and out of being grounded, too. She moped. However the day can always be brightened with picking out clothes, right? Today feels like a pink kind of day...
Hey peeps! Hope this was ok, I'm going to keep with this style of writing as I think it gives a good perspective from all the characters! See you next time, Stele :)