I was having a beautiful *note the sarcasm* dream about my parents beating me up when my brother shook me while saying "Iz, c'mon you gotta wake up" I groaned and sat up in my bed and stared at my older brother before groaning again and laying back down. Once again, Bob shook me but this time when I refused to get up he got on my bed and started tickling me. "S-stop!" I yelled between giggles "Then will you get up?" I groaned but got up and pushed my brother out of the room and went to my walk in closet.

I picked out a cute pink sweater with a white skirt and knee high white socks. I went to the shoe section and got out a pair of black shoes. I went into the bathroom connected to my room and changed into the outfit I had chosen. Afterwards, I searched through my three drawers of makeup and found my pink lipgloss and I put it on. Once my makeup was done I undid my French braid from last night to find my hair a wavy mess. I brushed through it a few times and I was ready for the day.

I went downstairs to find my brother with a plate of toast waiting for me. I gave him a hug and ate the toast and got into our blue mustang as Bob drove to Randy's house to pick him and Luke up.