"But we don't wanna go to bed." I could hear my brothers groan in unison.
"Sucks for you doesn't it. Tommorow is the first day of school and I do not want three grumpy boys on my watch."
They all share in a sad sign and march up stairs.
"Jordan it's your first day of grade eleven. You best get to bed now too!" Mom yelled from the kitchen.
Its only ten I complain to myself, I shift under the covers "G'night, mom."
Pssh as if I am going to bed at ten.
I can hear mom going into her room. Knowing her she should be out like a light in less than a minute
After a good 3 hours of deciding what to wear I finally narrow it down to two outfits.
Option one, a maroon lacy mid drift with high waisted light wash jeans.
Option two a tie dye halter top and some black tights
Option two is more my style but this is a new year... I might wanna spice things-
My trail of thought was interrupted by soft echoes outside my door.
I jumped on my bed and scurried into the corner.
The boys never really stay up past eleven and mom is basically dead until seven in the morning...
I stopped breathing to try and focus in on the demon creature lurking behind my door.
I almost began to feel relieved when...
I look around and grabbed the nearest objects. A couple throw pillows, a stuffed elephant and my bedside lamp.
I looked to the floor and saw my savior. A Nerf gun.
For once the boys not cleaning up was a little helpful.
I make quick sharp movements to grab the Nerf gun when all of a sudden the door pushes open.
"Holy shit!" I screech inconceivably.
I wildly shot the Nerf gun only to have a stay bullet hit the wall and rebound straight into my nose.
In the commotion I could hear a hiss.
I very slowly peeked my head through the covers to see my cat, raisin, sitting on the floor chewing on a foam bullet.
I take a sigh of relief as I get up.
I recollect. What was I doing again? Oh right.
I get up and grab option number 2.
"Another time." I say as I fold it up.
I stare down at tomorrows outfit.
"Raisin, is it missing something..?"
Raisin ran his tail against my shin as he walked over to my closet and curled up in a ball, a habit he has gotten into, sometimes I wake up and find my clothes in his little cat bed.
"Your one dumb cat. I love you." I say.
My gaze shifts from raisin to the cream wool cardigan above him.
After picking out several nice rings for my newest back to school ensemble I laid back down in bed.
Authors note: Hey guys, this is my first book so I apologize for poor writing :").
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