*Edited, Sohpia pov
Sep 3, 6:50 am
I'm still in asleep when i'm forced awake by the annoying beeping of my alarm clock, groaning i reach over and slap it and after a second i hear it smash the floor and stop its beeping.
Oops, well looks like i may need a new one but hey i've never been a morning person, and its highly unlikley that i ever will be, And I'm okay with that.
I keep my eyes closed and think about falling back asleep, and i do start to drift off again and go back to my little dream land when i hear feet loudly coming down the hall way and i know its my brother.
"Sophia Blaine get your butt up!" he yells from outside the door then beating it like a freaking cop. . i groan and shove my head under my pillow as he opens the door and i hear my light switch flip on.
"Come on up girl, don't wanna be late for your first day of senior year now do you?" he says and i groan again.
"I don't want to go!" i yell from under my pillow and i hear him sigh and walk up to me and i can see his shadow over me from where he is standing next to my bed and I'm partly in fear of what he's going to do if i don't get up.
Like i said, i'm not a morning person nor do i like school so through out the school year there has been plenty of fighting, draging out of bed, and oh yes cold water thrown on me. .
"Your going honey, I can't just let you stay home and be stupid now can I?" he says sighing and i shrug best i can still tucked in my bed.
"Up right now girly." he says and I mentally roll my eyes at hm calling me 'Girly'
"No!" i yell and he sighs
"Don't make me do this. ." he warns and i brace my self for whatever he is going to do, now i bet your thinking i should just get up already and drag my butt to school, but no. I really hate it and well i don't do anything without a fight, its just the person I am.
"Sophia, you have until the count of three to get out of that bed. One. . Two. . Three." he says and at first nothing happens and i think maybe by some grace he's going easy on me today then the air is knocked out of me from the sudden weight of a 180 pound guy. .
"Get your fat butt off me!" I yell tossing the pillow off me and trying to catch my breath and he gets off me and I roll onto my back and then before i can even blink he's back over me and he grabs my side tickling me and I let out a high pitch squeal.
"Matt stop!" I yell breathlessly and he just keeps on laughing and does not stop, i try slaping at him and well i might as well be a fly to him i guess.
"Cut it out! Carly! Carly!" i yell and he lets go and takes a step away from me and he gives me a playful glare, and i sit up holding my sides and try to catch my breath.
"Oh that was a lowone, calling the wife on me." he says shaking his head at me and making a tsking sound i just roll my eyes and throw my pillow at him.
"I hate you." I say trying to sound as evil as I can, though who am I kidding? even I know that was weak sounding. .
"Yeah okay kiddo, get ready. " he says and walks out of my room shutting the door behind him and I groan and just sit on my bed for a moment before getting up and walking over to my dresser and I look at my self in the full length mirror.
And I sigh seeing myself, my hair looks like a freaking bird nested in it. . .
I go across the hall and into the bath-room and i shut and lock the door behind me, wouldn't be the first time someone walked in on me, the problem is the people in this house are far to open. .
But I mean its just me my brother, his wife Carly and their two year old son Caleb.
I live with my brother, because well its not that me and my dad don't get along, me and his wife, (my sorta step-mom and Matt's real mom) don't and we never really have liked each other, no she's not mean to me or anything and I understand her reasons for feeling weird around me, since they were married when my dad got my mother pregnant, but she loves him and so they worked it out, but i know all she can think when she looks at me is, 'My husband cheated on me. . '
I turn on the water and strip out of my PJ's and get in the shower, i wash my birds nest of a hair and then well, the rest of me and get out and wrapping a towel around me i go into my room shutting the door behind me and i walk over to the closet and look through my stuff and sigh, I hate picking out clothes.