My Brother's Best friend

When the familiar but annoying sound of my alarm goes off at exactly 6 am, I lay stiffly in bed and start to rethink my life decisions like I do every morning.

Like, is it really worth it to go to school? Can't I just lie down in the comfort of my bed and just exist?

I groan and grab my alarm to shut off the noise as soon as as possible. As anyone who is mentally stable and has an equally shitty sleep schedule as I do will agree, mornings are the worst. Especially Monday mornings. The pressure to get up and actually do something with your life that early in the morning should be a crime.

Nevertheless, I decide to crawl out of bed before my mother makes it her mission to drag me out of it instead.

Going back to my boring classes after the wonderful weekend I had seems like the most horrible punishment someone could give me. Seriously, who invented Mondays? I’d like to meet them to, you know, sweetly smack their head and put some sense in it. I may be exaggerating but if you can't already tell, I am not a morning person.

As I trudge to my bathroom and flip on the lights I am met with the reflection of my ghastly appearance in the mirror. I wet my toothbrush, apply toothpaste and start brushing my teeth.

“Emerald, are you up?” My mom calls from downstairs. I try to answer her but almost choke on toothpaste and before you know it I'm having a coughing fit.

Today is really not my day.

I undress and get in the shower, hoping the warm water will calm my nerves and surprisingly it does. I wrap a towel around my slim figure and head to my room to get dressed.

After skimming through my closet I decide to just wear a plain white polo shirt with black jeans and my comfy sneakers. I grab my backpack and my phone and head downstairs just in time as my older brother Damon who is already dressed for work.

"Look who decided to grace us with her presence," my other brother, Sean teases me.

I grab an artificial apple from the fruit bowl on the table and sail it towards his head. He ducks just in time and laughs at my pathetic attempt while the unlucky apple hits the wall behind his head and falls to the floor.

"Hey Emmy," my father greets me with a kiss on my forehead and a hair tussle.

I smile and smooth my hair down as my mother hands me a plate with blueberry pancakes and an omelette. My favorite. I thank my considerate mother with a kiss on the cheek.

Before I can even enjoy the smell of my heavenly breakfast, I hear the familiar honking of a car outside, which means Spencer is here.

Spencer, my best friend from before I was out of the womb. Interestingly enough, our own mothers were best friends while growing up. However, Spencer's mom passed away when we were both small and we were told she just died suddenly from a terrible illness.

I grab up my schoolbag from the table and hurry outside after telling my parents and brothers goodbye.

"You can stop honking now," I half yell while waving frantically to Spencer.

In all her glory my best friend looks effortlessly beautiful as always and she gives me a toothy grin as I hop in the car.

"Ugh, I can't wait to stop wearing this ugly shirt," Spencer mutters tugging at her navy blue school shirt. We were both seniors and it was almost the end of Term 1 of our final school year.

"I couldn't agree with you more," I chuckle as I throw my bag around on the backseat of Spencer's car.

She starts the car and we begin the fifteen minute drive to Meadowbrook High, or as my best friend likes to call it our own personal hell.