BLAKE

Present

I groaned while I heard my name being called from outside my bedroom door. I sat up in my queen mattress, white sheeted, bed. "Yes?"

"You have to get ready for school, honey." I hear my dad say from the other side of the door.

I look over to the white clock standing on my white nightstand. It's six thirty four on a Tuesday. Normally, I wouldn't be bothered by this, but today I'm a little sleepy.

I swing my legs over the edge, and stand up. My white, pink and blue striped pajama shorts are wrinkled, as well as my white loose shirt.

I open up one of the drawers to take out my school uniform: a white polo shirt, a blue; black; and white plaid skirt, black lower-thigh high socks, and my black Converse sneakers.

I quickly changed into it my uniform while dropping my pajamas on the floor, not bothering to pick them up. I pick up my backpack, violin case, and phone. I leave my room, and rush down the stairs into the kitchen.

Vincent is sitting at the table eating pancakes while my dad was at the stove, making pancakes. I take a seat on one of the stools at the marble island.

"Pancakes today?" I ask, but obviously I already know.

He turns around, and faces me, still holding the pan with the pancakes. "Would you like some?"

"Yes, please, oh mighty father." I joke.

He laughs slightly, and puts a pancake on my plate. "Blake, I think you should start applying for college before you graduate."

"I have been," I say, tucking a strand of my white hair behind my ear. "I just didn't mention it." I start eating the pancake, and I'm already done with it.

"You eat so fast, Blake." Vincent says.  He's in his second year of college while I'm in twelfth grade. For a big brother, he's great. I hear a lot of people at school saying that their sibling is annoying.

It's not like I have friends at school, it's not like I need them. I haven't had a boyfriend or a first kiss, love is just a waste of time, I don't know why people go out of their way to find it.

"Maybe I do." I say, and then I hop off the stool, and head out the door to wait for the bus.

♪

I look back and see that Vincent is walking down the mini stone staircase, and walking towards his car. Before we both get the chance to say anything, my bus pulls up and I walk up them.

I pass a bunch of people, whispering about me to there friends but I just glare at them. I don't care if they like me or not because I don't. I glare at most of them, telling them to back off with my green eyes. They sink back into their seats after I pass by. There's that one boy that always sits in the back, I didn't know about him but I knew he was popular.

I sit in my usual spot, in the back by the left window, and look out the window while the bus moves. It was Spring and the leaves began to change. We must've passed millions of trees with the greenish yellow or just green.

♪

The bus arrives at our school, Allwood High School.

Mr. Hasher, the bus driver, pulls into the bus lane, and opens up the door. Everyone stands to get off the bus. I stand up and walk down the aisle, then jump off the two stairs. The boy walks down just after me, then towards his friends.

Fascinating how those friends are going to turn on him in the end.