BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I woke up to the third most hated things currently in my life. The bloody alarm. The noise suddenly stopped and when I looked over to one of the far walls, I see that the alarm has been smashed to smithereens.
"Ugggh." I deeply sigh. I mean, I didn't mean to smash my alarm but boy it felt good.
"Cacy, what the hell?"
My older brother storms into my room, hair completely white thanks to my ingenious prancing skills.
"April Fools?" I say to him with an innocent face.
He hesitates, but then his face breaks into a aghast expression. "Very original, Cacy. Honestly, I'm a bit shocked that you couldn't come up with something better."
I roll my eyes. "Hey, I am may be unoriginal, but what I lack in originality, you make up in stupidity. I think you missed out on the intelligence gene pool." I smirk at him, knowing I've won this battle.
"You little shit." He takes a step forward, getting ready to tackle me, but luckily I saved.
"Andrew Marie Briggs, what have I told you about using that filthy language in this household!" My mother, a 5'6 lady with an average build, appears at my door, hands on hips with an expression that would make grown men run for their mommies.
"Ooooh you in trouble," I mock, "got your ass in some deep shit this time." Of course I'm not stupid, so I say this under my breath, loud enough only for him to hear.
"Mom did you hear what she said?! She said shit!" My brother being, well my brother realizes his mistake and visibly pales, while my mother's face only reddens. I bet that one word could set off the ticking time bomb.
The room is completely silent, me looking back and forth between the beast and the prey, desperately avoiding eye contact.
I take my chance and sprint out of my room and to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. The yelling starts.
Oh well. I guess I better start getting ready.
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As you may have been able to tell, my name is Cacy. At least, that's my nickname. My real name is Cassandra Oliver Briggs, but I feel Cassandra is too preppy of a name, and also really hard to yell in the middle of a soccer game. It can also be a pain to write out, and a million other reasons I prefer 'Cacy' but that would take forever and if I want to be in college next year, I don't have forever. Anywho, I'm a 5'8, sarcastic woman(Andrew begs to differs but no one cares about that buffoon) that currently attends Ashwood High in the state of Massachusetts. I have such dark blonde hair, that sometimes it's mistaken for brown on a bad weather day, and my eyes. My best feature. Bright pale blue, but 1 eye has a tinge of light hazel/ gold. I'm 17 years old, currently single (boys hmu)
and play soccer. I have 2 best friends whose names are Colton and Emma.
Colton Garnett Winton is your typical jock, 18 years old, with a fit figure, grayish-bluish eyes, and sandy blonde hair. He is also very sarcastic and a big eater. He's friends with us and some of the other boys at school but he gets quiet around people he feels uncomfortable about.
Emma Eugene Groves is a very outgoing and loud person. She goes to parties every week and drags me along with her. Yay. Because all I want to do on a Friday night is be surrounded be drunk people who either want to make out or cry over their ex's. Anyway, she's around 5'4 but that doesn't stop her in any way. She's also 18, with with red hair and brownish blackish eyes. She doesn't have a filter, like at all.
" Bye mom! Love you!" I shout over my shoulder, skipping out the door.
"Cacy..."
I stop. Either she wants something, or has a list of chores she wants me to do.
"Yes, mother dearest?" I turn around slowly. And in one hand, she holds my keys, the other holding a box containing 3 doughnuts. But not just any kind doughnuts.
"You got the half triple maple half triple chocolate with triple the amount of sprinkles?!?! Thank you so much! I owe you one!" I say with a wink, but my attention diverted to the doughnuts, hands twitching in anticipation.
"Now remember, you can't..."
No longer have restraint, I go to snatch them, but my mother knows me too well, stepping back out of my reach. I stumble, but regain my composure.
"Cassandra. I'm assuming you didn't hear a word I said so I'm going to repeat myself. You are not allowed to eat them all. Only one. Got it? If I hear that you didn't share, I will be very mad." She then holds out the box of sugary goodness and my keys. I snatch them out of her hand, give her a quick hug, and skip out the door. I unlock my truck and throw my bags into the back. The I very carefully put the box on the front seat, strapping on the seatbelt. Hey, I ain't taking any chances. I start the car, and peel out of the driveway.
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"YEAH E YEAH E YEAHHHH, ITS A PARTY IN THE USA! WHOOOH!"
I pull into my spot, music blaring so loud, that I don' notice the pounding on the window until I turn the engine off. I glance over, annoyed and confused to see Colton thumping his fist on the window. He makes a face, but then, he spots the doughnuts. We remake eye contact, my finger already on the lock button. We stare off, for what seems like 5 minutes, when suddenly, my door opens. I quickly look over and then I realized what happened. They teamed up to get the box.
"Oh come on. That was too easy, Cacy!" Colton laughs, closing my door.
"That was a cheap trick. Automatically disqualified." I shoot back at him.
"At least it worked and produce results," Emma says in a sing-song voice "And what type did you- whoa! Your mom's the best!"
They both take a doughnut, and put the box on the hood of my truck. I have a beaten down Toyota pickup truck.
Emma glances over at my truck, "Harold's looking dirty, Cacy."
Colton looks at her and says in disbelief. "Emma you cannot be talking. Have you seen your car, Martha? She looks like she lives in a pig pen for crying out loud!"
Emma glares at Colton, which was probably supposed to be intimidating, but you can't take anyone seriously when they have chocolate all over their face.
Colton and I bust out laughing, while Emma stands there confused. "What? Do I have something on my face?"
I'm about to reply when Colton slaps a hand over my mouth and says with a poker face, "No, nothing at all. Schools about to start soon, so let's grab our bags." Colton speed walks over to his car, and gives me a thumbs up with an all teeth smile.
Jackass
I get my bag and close my truck, locking it up when I hear a "COLTON GARNETT WINTON, GET YOUR MOTHERFU-"
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