this is Riley's room☝

I feel someone  shaking me. Who is this person that wishes to disturb me this early in the morning? I open my eyes, ready to tell them off and see my mom leaning over me. What is she doing here? I ask her that and she answers,  "Do you know what today is?" 

I frown at her in confusion "Mom what are you talking about?"  She looks at me, and then drops her gaze to the floor. I also look down and see my schoolbag lying on the floor. I wonder why it is there, when I suddenly remember something. I look at the calendar on my desk for confirmation and get it when I see the date; today is the  20th of January. My mom says, "Go and get ready, it is the first day of school. Today, I am the one choosing your clothes." 

Let me introduce myself:

                                                                                   Riley here☝

My name is Riley Brown and I am seventeen years old; I am a student-a senior more specifically - at Oakwood High School. My favourite hobby is reading (I live and breathe books), but I also like watching movies. I live with my mom Rose and my dad Danny, who are in their early forties.Included in this family are my twin siblings, Madison and Mason, who are currently fifteen (and act like it too). I would say that I am not gorgeous at all, more of an average person; I have titan red hair, dusk green eyes and a lot of freckles. Anyway, back to the present.

I get out of bed and go to the left side of the room; that is where my bathroom is situated. I don't try to make her change her mind because it will be pretty useless.She always chooses my outfits the first day of every new academic year. 

My mother is an accountant and my father is a lawyer, so we are well off, and more of an upper middle class family. The great thing about their jobs is that we can afford a house where each room has its own bathroom, which is a bonus for me since I don't have to share.

 I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth, take a shower, and get out. I enter the room and what I see on the bed makes my jaw drop. My mom smiles at me and says, "Nice, isn't it?"  She has laid out a split trumpet sleeve crop top, a pair of black jeans, black canvas and a bandana. I pick up the crop top, "Where did you get this?" I ask her.

She answers "It was at the back of your closet. Everything is a mess there; no wonder you don't even recognise that." 

"Mom, you know I don't wear these types of clothes. There must have been a reason as to why it was at the back of the closet." I say.

After saying that, she turns and gets out. I sigh, knowing I have no choice but to wear this.

After wearing that monstrous clothing, I grab my backpack, my phone and my car keys and get downstairs. 

I hear bickering downstairs and know that my siblings are at it again. They are always arguing with each other and it is always for unreasonable reasons. I reach the kitchen and see: them arguing to each other about something, my mom frying bacon on the stove and my dad sitting on the table reading the newspaper. My dad looks up, sees me, scowls and returns back to his newspaper. That was weird, my dad is pretty strict, and would never allow me to wear something like this to school. I turn and see my mom looking at us with a smug smile on her face

Madi looks up at me and asks "Rils, which is better between One Direction and BTS?" I freeze, why do I have to be included into their argument? 

"Uh.. Ed Sheeran" I say, smart enough not to chose any of those two choices. She opens her mouth, ready to argue but my mom interrupts. "Breakfast is ready." She says, bringing over a platter of fried eggs and bacon. It has always been a tradition in our family to take breakfast together on the first day of school. 

We sit down and start eating; "I hope that this year will be a year of new beginnings and that some new things will happen." Mom says, looking pointedly at me; she has not said it directly, but Mom wants me to get a boyfriend which is probably the reason she made me wear this. One of the things I like about my mom is that she doesn't force you to do something you don't want. I think that she has had enough of waiting and wants to take things into her own hands.

After we have all finished, I get up and go to my Skoda Superb in the garage. 

I got it as a New Years present from my parents and now I look after as if it is my baby. I get inside and pull out of the drive; my school is not very far-only a ten minute drive from the school. 

I start driving and soon get to a traffic light. I am about to cross it when I see a black car from my left and going forward- and at a fast pace. Why is it- I widen my eyes in realisation- I am about to crash! I don't want to die this early, I still have a long time to live. I close my eyes and slam my foot on the brakes...

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