Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

My annoying alarm goes off, ringing continuously in my ears. I groan and grab at my phone to shut off the alarm as quickly as possible. But because of the universe's undefined despise for me, I don't feel my phone on my bedside table. I get up, unwillingly, to find my phone on my dresser with the said alarm still buzzing. I flip it off and jump back into my warm cozy bed. I hate mornings. Like, really hate them. Especially Monday mornings. Everyone does, right? It makes me aware that I need to get up, get dressed and head to school and face the bastards I call teachers. WhichI'm sure is how NO ONE wants to spend their day. But as they say, life, is unfair.

"Emerald!", my mom calls, "are you up?" My mom normally gets up super early to prepare breakfast for me, my two half brothers and my dad. God knows where she gets all the energy from; when I wake up in the mornings I feel like I could pass out or even get one million hours worth of sleep.

"Yea mom. I'm up!" I reply as I jump out of bed. I undress and wrap a clean towel around my slim figure then I head to my adjoining bathroom. Our house is a two storey house that has 13 rooms. As I live with my mom and dad and two half brothers, Damien and Sean. Well, I don't really live with my brothers: Sean had moved out for almost three years now and Damion had recently left for college. But they both come over to have meals with us atleast twice a week.

Damien, is 20 and is studying medicine in college and Sean is an accountant. Meanwhile my parents own a jewelry store that sells wedding rings, expensive watches, and any handwear and footwear you can think of. And me, well I'm in my last year of high school.

I open my bathroom door and close it sharply behind me. I step in the shower and pull the curtains. I love taking cold showers; I'm not like other girls who love taking warm baths everyday. Cold water helps with my stress levels and I calms me on mornings like these when I want to smash everything in a hundred meter- radius.

I turn on the shower and a refreshing spray of water hits me in the face. I shiver as the water runs down my body. I use my favourite body wash, the one that has a strawberry smell. I dont think it tastes like that though.

I quickly rinse off and grab my towel as I step out of the shower.

The smell of bacon, eggs, toast and fresh coffee floats upstairs. That's one of the many things I admire about my mother; she is an awesome chef. I search through my closet and then decide that I'm going to wear a green tank top that matches perfectly with my rare eye color and, light ripped jeans and white sneakers.

I dress quickly and apply a bit of makeup adding extra mascara to my eyes. I grab my school bag and my phone and head downstairs to have breakfast with my family.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So, how was the first chapter!!! I'm not an experienced writer, but I know how to write one or two chapters. Please comment and vote!!! I would love feedback on my book and to see what you think about my book.

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T.P