Shhh... don't tell my brother

Chapter three: THE ACCIDENT! (Just kidding. But I got you!)

"THIS GIRL IS ON FIRE!!!" Shouted my irritatingly accurate alarm clock. Without a fail, every morning at 5:20 am it woke me up. I should have gotten rid of it, but I was attached to it. If you got a pink alarm clock with Cinderella in her blue ball gown sitting on it when you were five, you would be emotionally attached too! Just sayin.

I groggily sat up in bed, flipping the off switch. Then I rubbed the eye-boogers away. I slept with my contacts in... Oops. I wasn't technically supposed to, but if you put drops in before you go to bed, and after you wake up, your fine. I flipped off the comfort of my blankets and strode over to my outfit for the second day. Despite common belief, I actually tried to look nice all the time, and not just on the first day of school.

The night before I had set out white jeans, and a navy blue BYU t-shirt. (BYU is a collage if you didn't know) I then clipped my necklace on. It was my favorite. Imagine a silvery-gold chain, and the charm on it was a picture of the Salt Lake City Utah temple. Then I strode over to the jack-and-Jill bathroom I shared with Nick and pounded my fist against the door so he would hurry up and get out.

Rushing down the stairs I made myself a protein shake, with all vegetables substituted for chocolate and fruits with ice-cream. It is my favorite breakfast.

"Good morning Kalyn!" Greeted my mom, coming down the stairs. She was geared in black Capri leggings, and a purple work out shirt. As she made her way to the tv in the living room I rubbed my eyes and grinned at her.

"Morning mom!"

"How did you sleep?" She asked me, popping her Jillian CD into the Player.

"Good"

"How come your hair and make up isn't done?" My mom interrogated while squatting.

"Because Nick decided that he needs 3 showers in 24 hours." I retorted.

"Go and tell him I need to talk with him. " she sighed, while doing jumping jacks.

"Thanks" I said. I got up from my seat and ran up the stairs, pausing to catch my breath at the top. What? Can't a girl be tired after running up stairs? Then I walked to the bathroom and pounded on the door, hard, and not stopping til the princess decided to yell at me to stop.

"MOM WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!" I shouted and then proceeded to smack the door.

"ALRIGHT!" Nick roared opening up the door. He shoved passed me on the way out, making sure that he knocked my shoulder. I walked inside and began to cough. The steamy room caught me off guard, but that's not all. The oder of axe was obvious and potent in the fog. Ugh. I wish axe would put a serving size amount thing on the container! It reeks!

I closed the door and locked it, before going over to the toilet. And peeing and pooping. Let's be real for a minute, we all do it. I poop, you poop, we all poop. Unless we have a disorder where we can't.

After flushing, I brushed through my hair, and brushed my teeth, while I waited for the straightener to heat up. After getting the beach waves, I proceeded to pull out make up, just getting my usual look. I plucked a few irritating hairs, and then decided that I was all set.

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"I thought you said I wouldn't have to pick up Cameron?!" I shrieked as we pulled into the familiar lot. Ugh, sometimes brothers are so ignorant of well, everything. Especially twins.

"And your not, I am" Nick smirked, before climbing out and retrieving Cameron. When both boys were in the car, and we were on the road again, I turned to Nick.

"I am still mad at you" I stated folding my arms across my chest.

"For what, am I missing something?" Piped up Cameron. He had been unusually quiet the whole ride, up until now.