Dirty Little Secret

Chapter One - Monday Mornings

It was a cold winter morning, and I peacefully woke to the sound of distant birds chirping outside. I smiled slightly, and slowly opened my eyes.

I looked around my messy box room, filled with only the dim light of the street lamp outside, and pulled back my bed covers, swinging both legs out in front of me, and slipping into my cosy slippers. ''Half past seven,'' I whisper quietly to myself, resentfully, as I read the tiny digits on my mobile phone,''time to get up!''

I hate Monday mornings. There is never anything good about Monday mornings. Ever.

I, again...resentfully, pushed myself out of bed, rubbing my eyes a little to clear my vision. Stretching my arms in the air as I yawned loudly to myself (not bothering to pull down the t-shirt I had slept in so that It covered my underwear)

I staggered over to my mirror not quite awake yet, and sat down in front of it looking at myself in an uncaring way. My brown messy hair was sticking up in all directions, and my mascara and eye liner from yesterday that I had forgotten to take off was smudged around the bottom of my eyes. I scoffed quietly to myself looking away again and standing up.

The light smell of burnt toast and coffee was drifting up the stairs, through my closed bedroom door. My stomach grumbled loudly and I clutched it unconsciously suddenly realising how hungry I was. I threw on a pair of pyjama shorts and made for the door.

As I made my way downstairs the smell became clearer with ever step I took. Plunking myself down at a kitchen stool, I looked up just in time for my dad to set a plate in front of me. ''Lightly buttered toast with jam,'' he said through his good morning smile, an extremely mocking look appearing on his face knowing just how much I wanted to go back to bed, not loving the fact it was a Monday morning,''just the way you like it.''

I grumbled at him loudly with a similarly mocking look, clearly impersonating him,''Whatever!''

just as I bit into my 'lightly buttered toast with jam'. Mmhh, it really was just the way I liked it. I resisted giving him the satisfaction of seeing my mood change, and didn't tell him how nice it was.

After about 15 minutes shovelling in 3 rounds of toast (yes I really was that hungry) I walked back up the stairs, a bit more awake now than before. Throwing myself into the seat in front of my mirror I began to brush the wildness out of my hair, letting my GHD's heat up while I did so. As soon as my shortish brown hair was straitened to perfection, I lifted an eye liner pen, and began to trace over the top of my eyelid, a carefully drawn flick coming out at the end of each eye. With a bit off eye shadow, mascara, blusher and lip gloss (cotton candy flavoured – of course!) I was finished.

''Now...'' I said aloud to myself, looking around me,''where did my uniform get to?'' That just happened to be the great thing about my school - uniforms...not!

My uniform has never done me any favours, the socks are too long for my legs, and the skirts come to my knees, making me look even shorter than I already was. (Not that I was complaining about the skirt length. I'm really uncomfortable in skirts, I only wear them to school or on special occasions, or the occasional party or two.) And the shirts never seemed to come in sizes big enough to button around my chest. I always had to get really big sizes just so it would button there. But they were always to big everywhere else, the tails falling out from under my jumper, almost to the length of my skirt, or bunching up every time I moved and creating imaginary bulges all over me.

I get it why some girls want a big chest, I mean with guys these days...its all in the boobs. But seriously, could the clothes people not take this in regards and make shirts with a bit more wriggle room for the more...chesty people?!

20 minutes later I had finally found my wrinkled uniform and (you guessed it) resentfully pulled it on.

Looking myself up and down in the mirror and letting out a sigh of abandonment, I dejectedly bounded down the stairs, slipping my feet out of my cosy slippers again and into my school heals.

They aren't a very popular kind of school shoe, the other girls wear pumps or plimsolls, or those weird little things with the kitten heals. But never the less they're comfy, and kind of suit me. I'm not exactly the girly girl type. I mean don't get me wrong I'm not a tomboy or anything, I just don't care that much about what people think of how I look, I mean its not exactly important Is it?

HOOOONK! Came a loud noise from outside, I opened the door and stuck out my head for a sec to see a red convertible, not even having to stay long enough to see who was inside, I ran into the kitchen to grab my green school bag (it was on the kitchen counter with books sprawled underneath it falling out of the opened zip) slung it over my back and ran back out again. Yelling goodbye to my dad on the way.

I smiled as I made my way out of my drive way, and over towards the car, with my best friend Luke sitting inside, a pair of large, dark shades resting over his eyes smirking happily at me.

I had known him my whole life, I couldn't imagine my life without him. He's my best friend. Always has been. Always will be... even if he did annoy the hell out of me most of the time.

Our Mom's knew each other in college, we grew up together, we may as well be twins! We were even born on the same day! We knew everything about each other and we had been completely inseparable for almost 17 years. Everyone thought we'd end up together, but we weren't like that.

I lived just a few minutes down the road from him now,(with my dad and brother Kieran, my Mom passed away years ago when Kieran was a baby, and I don't really remember her) so we get to see even more of each other now.

''Morning!'' he shouted to me, knowing I would not appreciate his mocking tone, as he too knew just how much I hated Monday mornings!

He gave me a hug as I got into the car and I tried to return it but I was at an awkward angle, so just put my arms over his when they went around me.

The engine roared suddenly, as he reversed his car making a U-turn and heading off down the street towards school.