1 Welcome to my boring life

Beep! Beep! Beep!

My alarm goes off, continuously ringing in my ear. I groan, roll over and reach for my phone to turn the noise off as quickly as possible. Due to the strict rule of my parents, this is how I wake up every bloody morning.I hate mornings; I mean, everyone does. I am grateful for life and all, but I just don't get why they exist; the birds chirping as if it's the happiest day on Earth, children jumping up and down even before their parents are awake, and other noises, such as my always annoying alarm, a big NO! I only wake up to eat the yummy breakfast my mom prepares for me, my dad and my 2 half brothers. I may sound greedy but that's just the way life works. When life gives you lemon, make lemonade.

"Emerald!", my mom's voice floats upstairs, "Are you up?"

'I am', my snotty subconscious remarks but I am way to tired for her opinion right now. Isn't it funny that you have a voice inside your head? Like the one you're using to read this ( smiles evily)

I groan and bury my head under my pillow. Just a few more minutes, just a few more min-

But my ever orderly, OD brain decides to speak up. "Yea mom! I'll be down in a few minutes!", I yell. Still in despair, I climb out of my bed and start undressing. Once I've finished stripping off my bed clothes, I wrap a clean towel around my slim, but curvy figure, and head towards my adjoining bathroom.

After a few minutes, I've successfully finished brushing my teeth and taken a quick shower, so I head back to my room to get ready. An extremely delicious smell works it's way up my noise, causing my tummy to growl. Toast, eggs, bacon, not to mention the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the entire house. I decide to wear a green tank top that matches my eyes, light skinny jeans and a white Converse. I quickly do my makeup and do my hair up in a messy bun. I grab my phone, my bookbag and a white watch and head downstairs to have breakfast with my family.

I jjog down the stairs, whilst checking my phone for any new messages. I don't see anything on my phone that's important so I lock it and hold it in my hand just incase I have to rush out of te house.

Seated at the table, is my dad and my 2 step brothers, munching happily. Mom is at the counter, fixing what looks like freshly brewed coffee. I take my seat at the table, and my dad greets me but I think he only has his attention set on the plate of food in front of him. Can't say I blame him. Food before hoes!

"Omg! Aren't you late for school Emerald!", Damion my half brother, who is 20 and is currently studying medicine in college, asks me.

I roll my eyes at him. "Would you like some eggs!?", I ask grabbing a fork full of egg and inching it closer to his mouth. Damion gives me a warning look, which I ignore and smile evily instead. Damion is allergic to eggs; if he just about put a piece in the side of his moth, he'll blow up like a balloon. Damion mumbles something to himself and goes back to eating.

Sean, my other half brother, who works as an accountant and is 8 years older than me, and is much nicer than Damion smiles at me.

Mom walks over to the table and places my plate of delights and a cup of steaming coffee in front of me. "Can't you guys just be quiet for once at the table", mom scolds us playfully.

"We're not 7 mom", I remind the blonde woman who I am a spitting image of.

"And talking about late", she continues, "If you don't leave now, you are going to be late Emerald", she says.

"But I haven't even started eating yet!", I exclaim, but my mom just roll her eyes. "You can get Starbucks on the way to school", my mom says.

"Yea, and I get to eat your bacon for you. Isn't life wonderful?", Damion chimes in.

"It won't be if I end it", threatenly growl. My mom and my dad both give me 'the look', so I head to the front door.

"Bye mom, bye dad! I'm going now!", I declare. "Bye Sean."

I hear Damion whine and says, "What about me?", imitating a 5 year old child. I hear mom laugh as I grab my keys and rush to the front door.

I open it and climb in my car and start the journey to school.

After 5 minutes, I pull up into the parking lot of my school and park in my usual parking space.

Just as I'm about to walk towards the school's swinging door entrance, a familiar voice calls out my name.

"Emerald! Wait up!", my best friend, Spencer yells as she races towards me. I stand still in my position until she approaches me.

"Hey. What's up?", she asks and we enter school together.

"I didn't get to eat again this morning", I complain as I take out my books for the first two sessions before lunch.

"Atleast you'll look as skinny as me and you'll get teased for it too", Spencer says glancing at me. She sees me looking at her wierd expression and laughs. "I'm joking. Plus, being fat isn't bad."

The smile which was once plastered on Spencer's face has disappeared and when I look down on what she's holding in her hands, my stomach does a backflip like the seals do at Sea World. In her hands, a book titled,' World History', is shining brightly. Okay, I feel like someone just stabbed me with a lethal injection.

"History", Spencer and I say dreadfully in union. Apart from Math, I hate History the most. I have no idea why the education system thinks it would be beneficial for us to study boring shit that happens tonns of years ago.

Our teacher, Miss Williams, was our teacher sent straight from hell and she was also our history teacher. Spencer does not like her, but I don't think it's because she teaches history. Spencer doesn't like anyone. Except me, of course.

Just as we're both mentally preparing ourselves for whatever we're about to face, a high pitched voice, similar to the sound of chalk noisily running across a chalkboard, runs through the air.

Spencer and I both spin around, although we know who we are obviously going to see.