Uphill Battle

Prologue

Scarlett's P.O.V.

*Beep beep*
*Beep beep'
"Ugh!" I groaned in my pillow. It was the first day back from Thanksgiving Break and that meant waking up at 5:30. Fun. I turned my alarm off and tried to go back to sleep but that ended quickly when I heard a familiar shout.
"Scarlett get up!!" Sawyer, my twin, yelled. I yelped and fell out of bed. Sawyer was an interesting person. He hates school. And I don't mean like he would much rather be home having fun, I mean full core hate it the way you would hate someone who cheated on you. He doesn't care about the rules and messes around more times than you can count. He has had detention more than an average bad boy has.
However, he loved bossing me around. He will make me get up right as my alarm goes off, make me do the dishes, and remind me of my chores to make sure I do them. It was sickening. However, he never got away with it since I have a huge temper. You know how people say redheads are hotheads? Well I prove that to be true, given I have brilliant red hair and a very bad temper.
"Holy crap Sawyer!" I threw a shoe that was next to me and it hit him in the face. I had a pretty good throwing arm and good accuracy.
"Ow!! Seriously?!" He exclaimed.
"Seriously. Now get out, and remember that if you do this again you'll get it good." He growled some incoherent words as he walked out and shut the door. I smiled in satisfaction and stood up. I began to make my bed and it only took 1 minute since my bed was so small.
I lived in a good size home, given I had 5 brothers. (However my room was small for no real reason.) One of them, Tucker, moved out last year for college. Now 4 boys meant big messes. Food, clothes, homework, etc. lay everywhere. Mom managed to straighten them up a little bit, but the house was still pretty messy. I'm not messy, but I will leave shoes around my room, but nothing major like them. Also, we lived on a farm. We only had a dairy farm, but we still owned horses. I love horseback riding. I owned a horse named Pesto. He was a stallion and was chocolate brown with white hooves. Riding pesto was always awesome, but I always finished with my hair looking like a rat's nest.
I went to my closet and chose an outfit. I chose some jeans, a black tank top, a plaid flannel, and some black boots.
My Outfit:

(Ignore the hair and nails)
I looked in the mirror feeling satisfied then grabbed my hair brush. I put my hair up in a fishtail braid. I normally put my hair up but sometimes I would leave it down. Today, however, I chose to put it up.
My Hair: