I hear my alarm go off and I groan. I don't want to go to school. I don't get bullied but I'm am not the most popular person. 

I sigh and get up. I stretch and climb out of bed. I trudge to the bathroom, take a shower, brush my teeth, go to the bathroom, and get dressed. 

First day of school is never fun. And being a junior, I have two years left of school. And I don't have many friends, and whenever a new student comes, the "popular" people corrupt them. So... no new friends. Fun.

I walk down the stairs and see my dad sitting at the table, reading a newspaper. 

"Morning dad. Where's Brandon?" Brandon. My twin brother. Yeah... we don't fight, but we don't see eye to eye about everything.

"Probably still sleeping."

"Then I shall go wake him up." I say mischievously. I walk back up the stairs and enter the pig's rooms. A.k.a. Brandon's room. 

I go to his bed, making sure to avoid the dirty clothes the food wrappers and whatever that green stuff is, and seeing him, laying on his stomach, asleep. I grin. Perfect.

I bend down to his ear. "Wake up!" I scream. He jumps up and tackles me to the floor. He has smug smile of his face. I'll make sure to get rid of it.

"WHat did I tell you about waking me up like that, dear sister?"

"Oh... You told me not to do that? Because all I heard come out of your mouth was blah blah blah blah." He rolls his eyes. 

"Whatever." He gets off and I stand up.

"Get ready. If you aren't ready in time, I am leaving without you." I say and leave his room.