It's three in the fucking morning.

Holy shet man, you know? I'm like possessed.

By the way, my name is Charlotte.

I wake up to a hangover-like headache. And as you already know, It's three in the morning.

Instead of Charlotte Wilson, my name should be Emily Rose. Or something. I'd be geeking it around with my dirty nightgown. 'Them crazy hoe ghosts be callin' mah name like I was 'der pimp ya know?

Uh, no.

I'm aggravated, crawling out of my nest of blankets and pillows. I don't know what day it is. At all. Summer vacation does that to a person. My bed calls for me, but with the way I got Liam to rig the pipes, my shower would begin in approximately one hour.

With a sigh, my hand swipes at the calender I got from the oriental store just a few months ago.

'Lazy day, lazy day, yesterday, school, sc-'

"HOLY MOTHER OF PEANUT BUTTER CHRIST!" I screech, not caring at ALL who heard me.

Because you know why!?

School was starting today, and I didn't even pay attention to it!

Not to mention, IT'S HIGH SCHOOL!(Oh snap :o)

I rush to the living room, where the neatly folded baskets of clothes are. Finding my perfectly crisp pile, I gracefully grab a dainty tee shirt my wonderful mother bought for me-

And threw it to the other side of the room with some nice pretty curse words. I throw more clothes until what I'm left with are fancifull pretty clothes that make me smile.

The shower's three minutes and thirty two seconds in, so I rush to dump my clothes back into my room and grab towels. Only approximately fourteen minutes and twenty eight seconds left of my seventeen minute shower.

How do I know this?

Because I spent my whole summer calculating it.

Time repeats.

That is, until I go to school.

The shower head went off when I needed approximately three minutes and two seconds left of the beautiful, hot-hot 'wadda. But whatever; some leftover conditioner means I don't need to add any more hair products now. Whoopee. With the perfect grace of a drunken daffy duck in the middle of the hot-hot summer, I tiptoe into my room only to forget my glasses in the bathroom again.

Did I tell you I had glasses?

Oh, well, I do. They've got black and white butterflies on the really wide sides. Heehee.

I put on my (obviously)ordinary undies and sit on my bed to dry off a little more before getting into my clothes.

Today's menu consisted of my home made white tee shirt of a lady in sketchy pink toned lines spewing out rainbow butterflies from her mouth, black spats-, and a micro-mini black pleated skirt.

The additives? Rainbow knee-high socks; my signature black and white beaded necklace; gaia online wing hairclips-.

I'm a little odd, don't you think?

I would agree if you said yes.

I try to eat my cell phone as I leave my room. It needs to be charged.

As usual, I wake up my lovely brother Liam at four fifty-night by gently kicking his door.

My gentle kick so kindly made a crack on the cherry red paint.

"Get up, nukka! I'm not gonna go wake you up again so get the hella up or so help me I will take your vagina and-"

The door opens and hits me in the face. That's not part of the daily routines.

"Shut the fuck up, Char..."

Liam rubs his eyes cutely; I love it when he does that. I love him a lot because he's my most favorite-ist brother ever. Even though he's my only brother, but that's a secret, okay?

I ruffle his uber-soft hair that I dyed all by myself. We could have looked the same if he grew out his hair, wore makeup, and didn't have those lightning white designs on his hair. But that's what I love also about Liam. He let me change us.

We would always be close, because we needed each other to survive.

Twins always needed to survive with each other. (Well in our case, we did.)

I like the second bathroom connected to Liam's room. It's where I do my stuffs.
My makeup and hair, duuh.

Ew, you thought...ew.

Nasty.

I brush my hair for a while, stroking the dyed black locks tenderly; I had to bleach my hair to nothing just to get the "It's totally dyed bitch" look.

When I blow dry my hair by the layers, it looks all fluffy minus the last layer of hair.

They're basically two long pieces of hair that were angled so it skims over my chest and stuff.

I guess you could call it 'scene kid' hair.

But I never really remembered how I got it like that. Oh well.

I clip the gaia hair clips near each of my ears like they do in the game. It makes me smile.

My makeup is waterproof mascara, hello kitty lip gloss and some blush. Any more than that and I would go on a makeup rampage.

It's happened before.

I'm eating toast with Liam, forgetting all about the glitzy stuff on my lips. Liam counts my fourth toast inhaled. He's only had two.

I down my orange juice before smiling sweetly. Then let out a teeeeny burp-a-dee.

"Are you sure you don't have a penis?"

"I don't know, are you sure your vagina isn't shaped like Lindsay Lohan?"

Liam fakes a gasp, stretching open his waistband and looking down.

"Don't listen to her, Vagina Lohan! You'll be famous someday!"

We laugh, snort, and chuckle until our parents shush us down.

I take notice of what Liam's wearing. Today he's wearing a black shirt with a couple of drizzles of white lines on it that broke off into even smaller white lines. His black drainpipe jeans are cuffed; He wants to show off his new black and white etnies. It matches his hair, and that makes me smile.

I never got to explain it, but Liam's hair is my own creation. He's got it severely layered, and I dyed it black. Two white streak circle his head (I'll call them streak rings), while his bangs have while tips. From his bangs, a white streak on each side of his face go down in diagonally into choppy ends. And on the back of his head, two white streaks 'bleed' from the bottom streak ring. On days when Liam wants to spike his hair, they show up awesomely.

The time is six twenty. Liam and I played Soul Caliber III after breakfast.
I slip on my old Mossimo(that brand of clothing at Target) parka and slip on my rubber ducky and rainbow Wellington boots. They're so cute, and match my rainbow socks.

My Manic Panic messenger bag awaits me on the floor, fat with books and binders that I will barely use.

Two weeks in I'll switch to my usual notebook and folder habit.

But I'm not sure anymore. High school.

Would it be different?

Would they accept me?

Would the butterflies get the fuck out of my stomach?

Liam pats my head, slinging on his Power Rangers backpack and assuring me a spot with him.

The big bad bus is going to eat me.

Sorry about the weird way I wrote it. I thought it was nice. I hope you enjoy, yeah?

More soon.

Review pl0x (:

-:: Spats! They're like those wrestling shorts. Charlotte wears them because her skirt is too short.

-:: GaiaOnline is a Virtual hangout site. It's very awesome. In the gaia store for real life they have these awesome wing hair clips. I want them so bad, so I gave them to Charlotte xD

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GAIA ONLINE, HELLO KITTY, SOUL CALIBER, MOSSIMO, ETNIES, POWER RANGERS OR MANIC PANIC.

(Wish I did though C: They're mighty cool)