Y Thursday, September 25, 2008
Chapter 1First dayI woke up with a startle. It was the worst nightmare I ever had. Just then, a shrieking voice broke the silence of the cold morning. “Alana! Get down for breakfast! You’re going to be late for school.” School. Immediately, I jumped off my bed and hopped to my table. I stared at the calendar. Summer was over. Today is the first day of high school. Shucks. I slammed my fist on the table. “Is everything alright? Time for breakfast.” A soft voice called out from behind. “Nothing, Rosalie. I’m just nervous. I’m going to get changed now.” I muttered. Then, she closed the door softly. I sighed. First day of high school was such an important day to me. Shaking my head, I pranced towards my closet. “Hmm, I need something attention-grabbing and pretty.” Pushing hangers of clothes from right to left and left to right, I managed to pick out a long-sleeve black shirt, a loosely tied pink tie and skinny jeans. “Not bad.” I mumbled, admiring myself in the mirror. “Alana!” the shrieking voice again. I quickly hung some chains to my jeans and placed a pair of Channel sunglasses on my hair. I combed my blond hair and then dragged my bag along the parquet flooring out of the room.
“Don’t rush me. I want to get everything right for the first day of school.” I called out to my mom as I walked down the stairs. “Ok. Ok. Now, here’s your breakfast.” She said as she whipped out a plate from the kitchen. “Alana? Do you want your milk warmed up?” Rosalie asked, peering from the kitchen. “I want orange juice.” I sulked as I stared at my food. “Mom? Why eggs and toast again?” “What else do you want my dear?” My father asked, his face hidden behind the newspaper. I dragged my feet towards the kitchen. I plucked two hotdogs from the fridge and a box of cereal. “Warm up these and put the cereal in cold milk.” I instructed my mom. Without saying a word, she turned on the microwave oven. Then, I turned to my sister. “Rosalie? Pack the chocolate chip cookies into my bag. I want them for lunch.” She nodded silently. Satisfied, I turned on the radio.
Breakfast was quiet, as usual, while I wolfed down my cereal. “Let’s go.” Rosalie said, slinging her backpack over her right shoulder. “Yes, it’s time. Alana, next time wear more decent clothes to school. Something like your sister would be good.” My mom nagged. I narrowed my eyes at my sister. She was just wearing a plain old green shirt and a denim skirt. “No big deal.” I muttered under my breath as I walked towards the door with my school bag.
The noisy engine roared to life as I stared wide-eye at the next door’s Volvo. So elegant, how nice if I had owned one. Turning to my sister, I asked. “Ask dad to get you a new car like that Volvo. This pathetic truck is ancient.” “But it really runs well.” Rosalie argued. “It can run better than that?” I said, gesturing at a nearby Mercedes. “Of course not. After all, dad can’t afford such a luxury.” “Very funny, Rosalie. Then how did Jackson get into boarding school It’s a luxury, you know?” My last sentence left her speechless. When we were approaching school, I ordered my sister to stop the truck. “I want to walk inside. Sitting in this truck is such an embarrassment. Stop the truck.” Rosalie did as instructed. She didn’t even bother to wave as she drove past.
Heyyys, sorry for taking so long to do this thing upyupyup but this is juz a draft kayyysthe final one sure got changes :]hope ya all dun mind!oh ya pls pls TAGcomment comment comment!will post chapter 2 soon!*princess algae*
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