" Wake up!!! Get out of my bed,you witch!"Henry shrieked like a little kid who just lost his ice-cream to the ground.
"Shut up,chicken hen, give your older sister some respect,"I said groaning to get up from this hormonal 13 year-old's bed.
Shiiiiiiiit.Monday,2nd Jan,2XXX, first day of Graduation year and I'm still in the bed of my insolent brother. I guess its karma for forcing him to watch pretty little liars season 3 last night. He fell asleep halfway.
Dry shampoo,check.Perfume,check.Books and stationery,not check! I stuffed all my books and pens and other shaggigal I may need in my sorry-excuse-of-an-aesthetic-bag and ran down the stairs.
My mother greeted me with a stern look and a fork of pancake to my mouth.
"You have approximately 5 minutes to reach your 10-minute away school,now go!" She pushed me out the door and closed it on me. Wait...WAIT WAIT WAIT.
I AM STILL IN MY PJS!
"Mom let me IN! I AM STILL
IN MY NIGHT GOWN!" I shrieked. What is this?! An 80s-comedy documentary on my sad tragedy of a life?!
A sudden hand jerked out of the door and out came a jacket and sweat pants.
I quickly took it and ran to the bus stop.I looked to my watch.THERE'S ONLY 39 SECONDS LEFT TILL SCHOOL STARTS?
Detention here I come.
YOU ARE READING
The Theo-ry
Romance18 and I shouted,"I love Theo Lawson!" "That was loud." "You are loud." I have a Theo-ry that I might have just fallen in love with him.
