1Chapter one
I opened my eyes to the sound of my blaring alarm clock. Not that I needed it. Today was my first day of high school. I had been awake for hours. I had been waiting for this day ever since I could remember! The day I would finally get to go to public school. My parents had imprisoned me at St. John's Catholic School from kindergarten to eighth grade where I had to endure plaid skirts, green polo's, and nuns. (Yes, my mom managed to find the ONE school in North Carolina that had nuns.) But I was finally out! I had gotten a whole new wardrobe, because lets face it, when you're wearing the same uniform for five days a week you don't need many clothes. I had all my books, my schedule, and a map. Yup, life at Carrington High School was defiantly going to be different.
I rolled out of bed and went to put the outfit that I had laid out last night on. When I had finished getting ready it was still only 6:00. We didn't have to drop off my little brothers for another hour and a half. My three younger brothers, Matt, Josh, and Logan are the cutest little boys you will ever meet. They are identical triplets, and today they start second grade. They all have longish, wavy, mocha colored hair, big emerald green eyes, and heart shaped faces. They look just like me. I smiled as I studied myself in my three way mirror, picking up on the similarities between my brothers and me, but I also looked at what made me different. I am 5'6 and my long brown hair reaches down to the middle of my back. I wouldn't say that I was skinny, but muscular, thanks to all my soccer playing. My lips were almost as big as Angelina Jolie's and my nose was on the bigger side. I wouldn't say I was pretty, just average.
I had put on my favorite outfit today. A checkered red and black strapless top with my stone washed torn skinny jeans and black ballet flats. I thought it flattered my figure, but I had no idea what my ubber-conservaive mother would say about it. My mom is kind of on the whacky side. She has frazzled red hair and bright blue eyes. (As you can tell we all got our looks from Dad). She's always going to antique shops and bringing back ancient furniture and "making it new again". She's an artist and she owns a gallery downtown, which is surprisingly successful. I love my mom though. She's still a kid at heart and is always taking us to do crazy things. Matt, Josh, and Logan love it when we go on our insane adventures. My dad on the other hand is incredibly serious. He's the chief of medicine at St. Cecilia's Hospital. When he's at work he's Dr. Powell, but at home he's just dad. Even if he's not home much. But when he is at home at least he's joking around with us and playing with my little brothers. Sometimes I wonder what he does at work all the time.
"Alyssa!" my thoughts were interrupted by my mom's high pitched voice. "Its time to go!" I looked at my clock. Its 7:15. Had I really been sitting there for more than an hour?
"Coming mom!" I yelled back. I grabbed my cell phone out of its charger and snatched my bag filled with books off of the floor and went down the stairs. I got a pop tart as I passed the kitchen and dashed to the car. There my mom was honking the horn for me to get in. typical mom behavior. "Ok Mom I'm in the car, you can unglue your hand from the horn now!" I had to scream over the earsplitting sound.
"Well I'm sorry Alyssa but we're going to be late dropping your brothers off! And on the first day of school too!" she wined. I smiled. At least she hadn't said anything about my outfit.
"Ok well then you better put the car in drive and move the car or we'll be even later!" I laughed. Nothing would bring down my mood today. Middle school is my past. Let my future begin.