I sat there staring as my clock kept ticking, I woke up earlier than my alarm did. Still wearing yesterday's makeup but that was normal for me. 5 minutes before my alarm went off I hear footsteps of someone running towards my room. My door bursts open, "who's ready for their first day of senior year and last first day of high school!" My dad yells with his coach voice. Wow, senior year. Is it that time for me to actually get my shit together? Wait, nevermind, I already do. Already have three Ivy League schools offering me full ride scholarships and nothing is going to keep me from fulfilling my dream of being the world's first female brain, heart, and lung surgeon.

I look at my dad and give him a thumbs up. As soon as he leaves my room, I roll back over for that last 5 minutes of sleep. Not even 5 seconds after closing my eyes, my little brother runs into my room about his first day of school too. He is way more excited about high school than I was. Only, he gets a ride everyday with big sis. I can't complain, I love that he adores me.

"Christine! Get your butt down here for the most important meal of the day!" My mom yells jokingly from down stairs. I watch my little brother race to the kitchen so he can get first pick at food. Growing up in a house of mostly boys I learn to eat what I can get cause there won't be any seconds. Even though mom trys to save me some food it usually doesn't work out.

My other younger brother decides to join. He didn't have to get up so early since his school doesn't start until 8. Lucky him, only starting 7th grade and doesn't have a care in the world while I'm trying to figure out how to do taxes and manage a back account. But who am I to complain? My older brother was just deployed to Iraq a few months ago. Protecting our country one MRE at a time. He doesn't ever write to our family which makes me more worried about him.

"Chrissy, can you pass me the salt?" "Dad, only my friends call me Chrissy." I say as I pass him the salt shaker. "Oh and I'm not one of your friends?" "No you're more of a guidance counselor, there when I need you most and when I don't." I smirk at him and shove down my last piece of bacon and run back up stairs to change.

My dad was also in the army, like my brother, but he was normally deployed in Saudi Arabia back when they didn't have soldiers to "protect" the people. He is now a physical trainer and still has abs at 50 while my mom is a nurse at Cox Hospital here in Missouri. She's my role model and the reason I want to be a surgeon.

After I got dressed, I swiped on mascara and filled in my eyebrows, I was ready to go. I grab my little brother and run out the door. He complained the whole way to school because he couldn't put on enough axe body spray. "If you're trying to get a girlfriend, axe will make it worse. Just don't be yourself and you'll be fine." He stared at me deadly in the car after he realized that I had insulted him.

We had to get there early because he needed help finding his classes even though room numbers are posted everywhere. But he is better than some people, some don't know that if the room number is in the 200-299 range then it's on the second floor.

I saw my friends walking over so I told him to scram and find his freshmen friends. "Hey girlie! How was your summer? Oh wait, nevermind, we already know cause we spent most of it partying." I did not want to think about partying right now. Too many drunk nights and hungover mornings. Many, many, many, many mistakes. "Oooh you know it girl." I didn't want to say most of it sucked because I was not about to lose my two most best friends right then and there.