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"BRRRRRRIINNGG!" I SHUT my alarm for the nth time. There is one thing I hate and that's disturbance.
I thought about going back to sleep but remembering it was a school day I jolted from bed. I glanced at my wall clock, it was past seven and I haven't had my bath.
“Phoebe!” That's absolutely my mom screaming my name from downstairs.
I was very late but who's to blame? Me. If I hadn't watched excess Netflix last night I wouldn't have woken up this late.
“I'm coming mom.” I screamed back rushing into the bathroom. I put on the shower and let the cold water drain in my body. It was extraordinary having a cold bath. I poured shampoo on my hair and washed it. If there is anything I loved the most then it's my hair, it's wavy black and I loved the way it fell covering my shoulder. I began singing my favorite song Chasing Pavements by Adele. Call me crazy but I love Adele so much, her songs and style of singing is just everything I wanted.
I had over thirty of her songs on my phone just to show how much I love her and her songs.
I came out of the bathroom with water dripping from my body to the floor. I applied lotion to my body and wore my bra and panties. After doing that I put on a cream-colored turtleneck and my short plaid skirt. I slipped my legs into my white sneakers, taking my school bag, I departed from my room.
“You are going to be late again Phoebe!” Mom screamed her lungs out.
“I know and I'm coming.” I replied coming down from the stairs.
Mom was too strict about lateness, she told me one day that if she was my teacher she wouldn't let me in the class till her period of teaching was over which I'm forever grateful she is not.
But I still love her.
I took my seat at the dining table staring at my sister who is almost done with her meal. She sticks out her tongue at me.
“Someone is going to be late again.” She said, putting her not-so-many books into her school bag.
“Shut up Clare.” I told her as my mom hands me a bowl of macaroni and cheese.
I could eat this a zillion times and never get tired of it, mom knows the best way to serve us macaroni and cheese every morning.
I rushed my food as though my life depended on it. My mom signals at me to calm down but what if I calmed down, I would be going extra late.
A car stops in front of our house. It horn so loudly that even if you were asleep you would jerk awake. It was Evan Myers. My best friend's boyfriend. He always took us to school every morning. I mean Clare and I.
“I'm sorry Phoebe but I'll be taking your favorite seat today.” Clare stood up laughing at me and with a swift she kissed my mom goodbye and dash outside.
Clare is my fourteen-year-old and a junior at my high school. She just started her freshman year of high school months ago. She is always annoying and always getting on my nerves. Sometimes, I wish I could get rid of the whole sister thing.
Now, my troublemaker sister would be taking my favorite seat. No thanks to her. I took my school bag and kissed my mom's cheek.
“See you when I get back, love you.” I ran outside, stopping in front of Evan's car.
I wished I owned a car like Evan's. Sometimes I envy my best friend, having a boyfriend who has a car is what every girl should wish for. He would always love to take you everywhere with it. Isn't she extra lucky?
I opened the passenger side door only to meet the glaring eyes of my sister.
“Whoops! Sorry you're late. I got here first so I'm not moving.” She leaned back in the chair typing speedily away at her phone. I roll my eyes angrily.
She always gets on my nerves.
“Hey Clarisse.” I said, giving her a peck.
I hated the fact that I would be staying in the backseat and Clare wouldn't even budge.
After settling in at the back seat, Evan started driving. I took out my favorite book from my school bag.
The Way We Wed by Pat Warren.
I've read this book a million times and I never get bored of reading it.
“What in the world is wrong with you bes? You've read this book for like ages.” said my best friend as she stares at me.
“And I will keep reading it again and again.” I replied without raising my head from my book.
Clarisse Jethro is my best friend, we both got into this friendship thing since seventh grade. She is fun loving, beautiful and to top it all she is very caring, I envy that part of her. Her caring personality.
Not like I'm not caring for myself, lol.
Then there's me, Phoebe Hale, your not-too-popular wallflower, your normal shy seventeen-year-old teenager. I can't wait to turn eighteen in the next three months. Everyone thinks of me as a minion and I hate that.
Clarisse is kind of popular, but I'm not. I'm a bit of a novice, I'm just simple and not a total show-off. I dislike being well-known.
Well, not like I'm bragging now but I'm very brilliant. I am my first priority, my family is second and my books third. So, since Clarisse is also not only a best friend but a sister to me, she is also my topmost priority. I wouldn't want her getting hurt.
I don't have a boyfriend and it's nobody's business. I feel a bit jealous when I see Clarisse and Evan hugging and doing other stuff that couples do, it makes me feel bad. Not like I don't want a boyfriend, I'm so afraid of being in a one-sided love. I'm also afraid of getting used and dumped.
Isn't it what guys do to girls?
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