BLEEP-BLEEP-DI-BUZZ-DI-BUZZ-BUZZ! BLEEP-BLEEP-DI-BUZZ-DI-BUZZ-BUZZ!

Shut up, alarm clock! I push the off button and fall asleep, annoyingly it keeps it up, and even louder.

BLEEP-BLEEP-DI-BUZZ-DI-BUZZ-BUZZ! BLEEP-BLEEP-DI-BUZZ-DI-BUZZ-BUZZ!

Right now, I DO NOT deserve to be disturbed, I need my beauty sleep! Especially because yesterday was anything but BEAUTIFUL! SHUT UP!!!! AAAAAAAH!!!!!

I roll over and look at the stupid green alarm clock, clashing with my orange bedcovers, ew! Goodbye clock, sadly I have to get up to chuck it out of the window. I watch as it crashes onto cranky old Ms Clawner's head. Ha! That's for you Helena Clawner, Helena's a bratty eleven year old who lives with her grandma, ew! 

Flip it, it's Monday?!?! It's school. And another unlivable day with the two unlivable children.

" Mel," Mum shouted," Get up for school now!"

And since when does she start disturbing my beauty sleep?!? She usually lets me wake up when I want and I have breakfast/lunch then Dad drives me to school for afternoon lessons, and everyone KNOWS I do my lessons from home on Mondays because I absolutely CAN NOT make it! And who put that stupid alarm clock on anyway? What the flip is going on?

" Mel! If you're not out of your room in five I'm bursting in!"

And since when does she burst in? And what is five ?

" Four, three -"

Okay, okay so you're SO NOT getting in my-

" Two, one-"

ROOM. And I am SO NOT bursting out like some Mama's girl! Then I hear footsteps on the staircase, she means it?

I slam open my bedroom door, ready to give her a piece of my mind-

" Melinda Warren do not slam that door open like a stroppy teenager!"

Melinda Warren? I'm shocked, so shocked, she hasn't called me Melinda ever, apart from the time she had to state my name in the airport.

I think even she was shocked because she raised her eyebrows and looked at her shoes.

" Now go and get ready for school-"

" I can't!"

She looked at me harshly," Listen up, you don't have the right to tear a six-month-old baby's hair off, you don't have the right to act like a spoilt child. In fact you are a spoilt child. And you're to leave your school by next week anyways."

Confusing much! First she hates me and calls me spoilt then she loves me and lets me bunk of! A slow smile spreads on my face.

" You're to leave your private school and join a normal high school," she clarified.

IS SHE MAD? NoRmAl HiGh ScHoOl. I can't even spell it, them schools are HORRIBLE! They don't even let you COME LATE! They're so strict and you get punishments and you feel dead worried and you get HOMEWORK ( I googled stuff that happens at school, homework is WORK you do at HOME.) There's so much worse goings on . . .

I'm speechless, I can't even be bothered to get mad at Mum, I rush to my room to find my phone. MY PHONE! MY PHONE! WHERE ARE YOU? I rummage through my tidy room ( Mum tidies it daily ), but I still CANT'T FIND IT! 

 Mum appears beside me," Looking for your uniform?" I turn to glare at her.

" Have you, by any chance seen my phone?"

" Mel, your phone is not to be used before school, only after school."

WhAt? Is? WrOnG? WiTh? YoU?

I opened my mouth to shout, scream and rage. I shouted, screamed and raged, turns out I was doing it to an empty wall.

" Now get ready for school Mel!" Called Mum.

What? I silently cursed Mum, I mean what's the point in raging and screaming, all it would do is ruin my voice. My makeup is unfindable, if Mum and Dad has done ANYTHING crazy like hide it, they're gonna be in for it -

You cannot wear makeup at school. If you want it ask Mum.

Mum x x x

Eurghhhhhh!!!!!!! Like I said no point in killing my voice, so I pull on ugly green uniform and go for my usual long hot shower but before I can do that-

" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH WHO IS IN MY BATHROOM?!?!?!?! I REPEAT UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO FIND THE KEY AND OPEN THE DOOR TELL ME-"

Okay, so technically not my bathroom but Mum and Dad use their en suite ( not FAIR I want the master-bedroom ), so it's mine! 

A tiny mouse voice responded," M- melinda, Mummy and D-d-dad told m-me to go in h-here-"

" Well Kick, you'd better get out or else-"

Mum yelled from downstairs," Wait your turn Melinda."

Melinda, again! IT'S ALL THEIR FAULT!

" But it's MY bathroom!"

Mum ignored me, the second mouse-boy comes out I'm gonna POUND him to death.

" You can have a shower later, your going to be late for school!" Mum. Stop. I am NOT showering later, absolutely NOT! Looks like someone's NOT planning on going out.

" Melinda, hurry up, brush your teeth and be done with it!" No. Absolutely NOT!

Melinda?!?

5 minutes trickled by, I rattled the door," OPEN UP!"

" Melinda, NOW! You have TEN minutes until school starts! Get here, right NOW!"

Mum raced upstairs and gave me an angry glare," Now please!"

" Where am I supposed to brush my teeth? Why have you taken my PHONE and my MAKEUP?"

She marched me into her en suite," Now be quiet and let your sister sleep!"

'Sister'?!?!?! I shuddered.

She pointed at a mass of blankets on her and Dad's bed. Eurgh! What kind of BATHROOM is this? There's no fluffy towels and there's only a WRONG spare toothbrush and the WRONG minty toothpaste. 

Mum left. I don't even want to REPEAT how horrid the toothpaste was and how WRONG the towels felt under my hands. It was SO wrong that I forgot to get revenge on Clara-girl.

When I got downstairs Dad was tying up his shoelaces and was wearing a black suit, he caught me staring at him.

" First day at work," he gave me a smile. He worked from home because he had to look after me, it was obviously w a a y easier working at his office.

Kick was sat on a chair eating cereal, gross and COMMON cereal! There was a bowl next to his with cereal too. Eww, since when did Mum like THAT! 

" Hurry up, eat your breakfast. Rick's almost done," Mum said as she went upstairs.

" What is my breakfast?" I turned to look for Dad but he was walking out of the door yelling something like, when you're ready get in the car. 

Kick looked at me uncertainly," Th-the cereal."

" No-one asked you, Kick," I sneered, then I looked down at the lumpy bits in my bowl," Mum thinks I'm going to eat THAT!" 

I grabbed the bowl and emptied it's contents into the sink, washing away all the evidence and making the bowl and spoon look all milky as if I ate it.

Kick stared at me.

" What's up, goody-boy, why haven't you finished your cereal, Daddy's not gonna be proud is he?" I put on a baby voice and put on my coat and shoes before Mum appeared with Clara-girl giggling in her arms.

" Mel, Rick, you both done? Good. Well goodbye kids!"

Mum ushered us out of the door, oohing and aahing at Clara-girl at the same time.

" I hope you have a specially marvelous day at nursery Rick!"

" I hope you have a specially marvelous day at nursery KICKY!" I imitated cruely as we walked to the car.

" I don't think that's very nice," Kick's voice wobbled as he looked at me," I-I don't think you're v-very nice."

I ignored him, because to tell the truth I guess I'm not being fair, but then again neither is he or his sister, coming in and ruining my life, making Mum and Dad think I'm spoilt and need to have less nice things! It really is all THEIR FAULT!