Under a Watchful Eye

"Peanut, time to get up or I'm making you ran your a$$ to school! Swoosh. Plop. Revenge of past pillow fights now haunt me as I see my twin brother, Zach, looking down on me while brushing his teeth, smirking. "Seriously, Hunter get up. I need to pick up Todd before school." " This is inhumane to make someone get up this early." I groan. "Move it or I'm leaving you to run like Mom said." I mutter a string of cuss words before I swing my legs over the bed and, not to my liking mind you. Glaring ruefully at my twin. My twin brother and I were normal looking fraternal twins. The only unique thing about us is that both of our left eyes were this pure gold color and our right was a vibrant forest green. Gram likes to say we were one soul that split. I really can't argue, Zach is my best friend. My brother at 17 years old stood already at 6 foot 2 inches with blonde hair and barely noticeable freckles on his nose. Myself on the other hand stand at 5 foot 5 inches with dark, auburn hair and freckles literally everywhere on me. I hurry to get dressed. Just opt out for one of my navy blue crew neck sweaters, jeggings and a beige infinity scarf with my hair in a messy bun. Simple and easy. I run downstairs, grab a banana for breakfast. Hurrying my way out the door so I don't keep Zach waiting on me. "Hold it young lady." Mom said. I turn and look at her. My mom is seriously on of the most stunning ladies you will ever see. She has the prettiest blonde, curly hair. Her eyes are the same forest green that my brother and I share. She is only a smidge taller than I. (No modeling career in my future LOL) "I love you." she winked at me. "Foreva Eva." I winked back as I slid out the door.