Chapter 1

I woke up to my alarm at 6:00 on the dot. You have got to love high school.

I get up after laying on my bed for about ten minutes. I then head to the bathroom down the hall. I quickly brush my teeth then went into my younger sibling's room to wake up Cachire. I shook him gently so I wouldn't scare him out of his sleep. Unlike some children. They don't care who you are. If they are scared out of their sleep then it's a fist to the face. A.K.A my other siblings.

I have 8 siblings in total with me being the oldest in the house. The older two have already moved out and started families.

It took a while for him to wake up but it's better than a bruise on the face. Not having to wake up to the others is a blessing. I pick him up and we head back to my room.

While he helps pick out my clothes, I get my things into my bag. After a while I did the same with him. I make sure he is okay and give him my phone to keep him company, then head to the bathroom. I ran the shower and washed as quickly as I could before the others would wake up.

Before you even know it everyone is in the bathroom and you can't get to anything done for nothing.

I looked into the mirror for a while. I don't know why but I was so quick to judge myself. I try to keep myself from doing that, but I just can't help it. Most of the time I don't even look in the mirror because I know I would be quick to judge myself.

I hop in the shower and start to hum, then the hum turned into me full out singing.

It wasn't till I was half-way into the song that I had heard someone was banging on the door. I grabbed my watermelon scented shampoo that someone had been obviously using. Uggghh that's why I don't like the rest of my siblings. They touch my stuff. I'll have to remember to put it back in my room.

I wash the rest of my body, put on my clothes, and rush out of the bathroom and into my room dodging toys and siblings on the way there. Cachire was already ready for school reading a book (or at least trying to) on the side of my bed. He's very smart in all his subjects, but reading is a bit tough on him. I don't know if it's because he's just a little slower than the rest of the kids or something is actually wrong.

"You ready to go", I said lifting his head up and he smiled.

"Yeah, let's go", He jumped up and put his shoes on excitedly.

We grabbed our things and headed downstairs.

Everybody was either rushing or sitting down talking at the dining table eating. I grab a muffin and give Cachire a banana.

"IF YALL WANT TO GET TO SCHOOL ON TIME YALL BETTER HURRY IT UP. IM OUT OF THE DRVE-WAY IN 10 MINUTES", I yelled. I'll give them an extra 5 min today since some of them were still in their underwear. Brothers. They just got to show off their little junk everywhere they go.

Me and Cachire walked to the car and waited for them to get in the car. I ended up waiting longer than 15 minutes. Being the nice sister, I am and all. When I dropped everyone off at school, I only had a few minutes to get to my locker and to get my things from it.

Just as I was turning to walk away from my locker I get blocked from my path.

Just my luck. Becca Ryans. You remember her, right? No? Well, she does not like me. Captain of the dance team, bully of me, and one of the most disgusting sluts there is to man.

Just kidding. All she does is lure out people's boyfriends and shame the girlfriends in front of everybody while telling them she's better. I mean it is kind of their fault for having such idiotic boyfriends in the first place but doing it in front of people is a little low.

"What do you want?" I ask in an annoyed voice. She pushed me onto the lockers and whispered.

"Stay away from Jordan and me okay", she said in a demanding voice. Just because my locker is next to Jordan's she has to come and torture me.

I pushed her off me and mutter some things to myself as I walk to class. She really gets on my nerves. Like I don't hate her, but like she really makes me have a strong dislike towards her. I even ended up getting to class late and got detention. That's just great.

Thank you, Becca. Thank you so much, you have made my day so much better. Remind me to beat your *ss, okay?

I go to the back of the class and listen to the teacher teach for the rest of the class period. I need to keep my grades up if I want to continue to move out and go to my preferred university without any problems.

My classes went by normal and nobody bothered to look at me after Becca pinned me to the lockers, so that was a relief. I don't like when people talk to me, but I do want to make friends. Is that weird?

At the end of the day I had to go to detention. I really didn't want to, but I made my way to the detention room. I texted mom so she could pick the kids up but she didn't even respond. So I just texted them to tell them to wait for me a while. I disliked the fact that I had to leave them at school longer than necessary. I don't want them to give in to the temptation of child molesters.

I got to the detention room and nobody was in there so I moved the desks out of the way and put on some music. Usually the teacher is very late or never usually comes so I could have skipped it, but they always find out if you skipped or not. I had my hoodie up so if anybody just so happened to pass by they didn't see my face. I don't like to be the center of attention when it comes to certain things and dancing is one of them.

The same song that I was singing in the shower before came on and I danced to it, feeling the lyrics as I sung them in my head.

The dance was like a hip hop dance but it was mixed with a ballet dance. Bobbing my head I shake my hoodie off. I kept this going until I saw the teacher for detention walk in. I took that as my que to go, so dipped out of that room faster than the flash.

Tripping over my feet I look back and see a shadow looking from outside the room. Probably the teacher. I get to the car and start the engine making my way to my sibling's school.