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Chapter One

"Stupid piece of shit!"

I smacked my computer screen, just as it died. I sighed in frustration as I tried desperately to turn it back on, only to get a black screen in return. At least it was an old computer and not brand new. I would have to ask dad for a new one though.

I left the deceased piece of shit to its own devices and got up. I hadn't slept last night since I was trying to write my essay for my senior English class and the computer refused to cooperate. At least it waited until my essay was saved to my flash drive before dying. I shook off my frustration and instead focused on getting dressed. It was still cold for April, so I grabbed my skinny jeans and a purple sweater and changed out of my basketball shorts and tank top. Once I was dressed I went over to the mirror on my dresser and begun to fix myself up. I could go to the bathroom like a normal person but both my dad and brother were over six foot so the mirror hung up to high for my five-foot frame self.

My room was small; soft green walls and light wood floors with a cream rug. My bed was against the wall across from the door where the only window was, so I could sleep and watch the stars. On the left wall, sat my dresser with my closet next to it. Right wall had my desk and now broken computer, as well as the door to the bathroom me and my brother shared. It also housed my two bookshelves.

I ran my brush through my hair, the shaggy dark brown mess it was since I was growing out a pixie cut. I had an oval face that was splattered with light brown freckles. Medium thick eyebrows with a slight arch, and average size eyes that were a grass green. My lips were small but full and a soft coral color. Average size nose that my brother liked to poke and call a button when I was mad.

Once my hair was brushed out and thoroughly fixed, I left my dresser and pulled on my combat boots. Lacing them up before grabbing my book bag and leaving my room. We lived in a small, one story house and I made my way down the hall to make it to the living room and then through the door into the kitchen. William was standing in the kitchen, against the counter, munching on toast with his book bag. I guess dad was at work already like usual. Back when we were younger, it was my job to wake up my brother and get us dressed. Now that we were a junior and senior in high school, we got ourselves up and dressed.

His short black hair was spiked up, longer on top then in the back. Kind of like those faux hawks you see around. He had a chiseled face, a slight stubble which means he forgot to shave today. He had the same nose as I had, since we got it from our dad who was the only common parent we had. He was a foot taller than me, and it pissed me off all the time. His eyes were a crystal blue, and he was the captain of the football team and the heart throb of eleventh grade.

He had a black tee shirt and his letter-man jacket, as well as jeans and tennis shoes. Honestly, if we weren't related, he probably wouldn't give me a second glance. But we were great friends, and the closest two siblings can be.

"Morning Pixie." He greeted me in his deep voice, ruffling my hair as I passed by him.

"Morning William." I replied, grabbing some cereal from the cabinet.

Pixie was the nickname our friend Xena gave me. Real name was Marcy, but no one called me that anymore. Not even our teachers.

"Ready for school today?" He asked, finishing up his toast.

"Of course. Just two more months until I can say goodbye to this bullshit."

He laughed at that and I cracked a slight smile at him. He waited until I was finished with my cereal before we both left the house and headed down the sidewalk. We didn't live far from the school district and once we were old enough, or at least I was old enough to walk us, we walked to school instead of dad driving us. I could ride my motorcycle, but William wasn't too keen on showing up to school holding onto his older sister and I didn't like the idea of him walking alone.