WARNING: Book ahead is pretty cliche and my first work on here. It's got plot holes and a main character you might want to beat with a stick. Be gentle lol
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In the technological world in which we live, most teens start their love lives thro...
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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
With a loud (and rather unladylike grunt), my body rolled over and my head scooted under the pillow, attempting to block out the annoying noise of my alarm clock.
The bright number read out 7:15 in the morning. The sarcastic remarks seemed to pile up at the moment, but I decided to ignore them.
My hand slipped out from under the covers and reached around for the snooze button. Dang, I can never find it when I actually need to. Middle of the day? Sure there's the snooze button, all up in my face. But the second I start to wake up, it decides to go crawl under a rock.
I finally just shoved the clock off the table and it hit the floor. Shoot, it's still going off. With a loud groan, I tried to block out the noise. Finally, there came a momentary lapse of noise, letting me sigh in relief. About five minutes later, it started up again. Loud. Annoying. Loud.
With a loud and obnoxious groan, I threw off the covers, rolling out of bed. And oh, I do mean roll. As in, I rolled out and fell on the floor face first. I opened an eye and slammed the palm of my hand against the snooze button. I sat up, rubbing the side of my face where I had just hit it. Groaning once more, I got up and flung myself onto my bed, snuggling under the covers. Maybe just a few more minutes of shut eye ...
Suddenly, my bed wiggled and I felt about 55 pounds land smack dab in the middle of my back. "Wake up, Gabby! Gabby! Gabby! Gabb -"
On and on it went for the next several minutes, by which time my left eye had already begun twitching beyond belief and I felt the need to scream. Not at my little brother, per say, but just in general; just to get the weight off my chest.
Or maybe I just needed to throw Eddie off. Yeah, we'll go with the second one so nobody gets suspicious. Grabbing the boy's shoulders, I grunted and flipped him off the bed and into the large mound of pillows and blankets on the floor. He let out a strangled 'OOF!' and started laughing, throwing his arms up in victory, his light brown hair a mess and a stupidly happy glint in his eyes given what time it was.
"That was awesome, Gabby! Can you do it again?" He pulled his infamous puppy dog face on me and I could feel my already tired and weak resolve crumbling. But, there really didn't exist a possibility of me getting him to land on the blankets again. That was a fluke. No doubt if I tried again, we would end back up in the hospital.
I've unintentionally injured my brother more times than I can count and I think if it continues, my parents will assume something is up.
I watched from my pillow as my young and somewhat eccentric little brother walked up to my double closet doors and grasped the handles. I raised my eyebrow, studying his actions carefully. Eddie flung the doors open in a large and ostentatious manner, letting his hands rest on his hips as he tapped his foot on the floor. I couldn't help but smirk. He had no idea how funny he looked right then. A seven year old boy playing fashion designer. I guess I shouldn't be surprised he decided to an interest. The kid knows how to do everything and anything; he has tried everything possible at least once. I just hoped the early wake up call was a one time thing.
