It's my first day of attending school at Belleville High School and it already sucks. First of all, my adoptive brother, Pete Wentz had changed what time my alarm clock was set to go off at. Let's just say, he got what he deserved for making me wake up at 3 in the morning. The next thing that he did was take a shower; now don't get me wrong, yeah it would've been gross if he hadn't taken one, but what he did was use up all the hot water. Then the little piece of shit took my straightener without telling me, causing me to waste all my time trying to look for it; at least I didn't have to wait for it to heat up. Pete then stole my eyeliner; he made up for it though by lining my eyes with the eyeliner for me. Sad to say, but he's better at lining eyes than I am. Luckily Pete doesn't wear mascara so I didn't have to worry about looking for it or anything like that.

After I had applied my mascara and a coating of lip gloss, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. Pete was already at the kitchen counter eating his pop-tart and blasting his music which I could hear through his headphones. Green Day's Paper Lanterns played from his headphones which I could hear semi-well. Pete had a good taste in music but that was only because I taught him all I know. Before his parents had adopted me, Pete had listened to shîtty music, and trust me when I say shîtty. He had listened to those 'musicians' whose songs had no real meaning like Nicki Minaj and Miley Cyrus. That will probably be the only time that I will ever explode at Pete. Luckily I got to him in time before the music corrupted his mind and I taught him the ways of the wise and talented.

"You better get going dipshit or you're going to be late for the bus." I look over at Pete and study his attire for the day. He wears a Smashing Pumpkins band shirt that he probably stole from my closet, black skinny jeans, black Converse, and a plain black bracelet on his right wrist. I'm about to repeat what I had said when Pete gets up from the stool, grabbing his backpack before heading out the door, his music still blasting. I go into the kitchen and grab my black portable coffee mug, pouring the still hot coffee Pete's mom had made earlier that day into it. I grab the hazelnut creamer and pour in a generous amount, adding loads of sugar as well before mixing it and screwing the top on, taking a sip. Yum, delicious goodness.

I walk into the hallway, checking my reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall to make sure I still look good. My straightened black hair is still styled to perfection just like my makeup. My bangs are cooperating today so I don't mess with them either. My black ripped skinny jeans sit comfortably on my hips as does the studded belt I wear as an accessory. My gray muscle tank hangs loosely on my frame, the words "SCHOOL SUCKS START A BAND" easily visible in black lettering. My black high tops are clean and free from any stains just like the small black backpack that hangs over one of my shoulders and is covered in multiple pins from bands I love. I go into the closet and grab the gray beanie that hangs on one of the coat racks, placing in on my head and fixing my hair underneath it, moving my black nerd glasses so that they fit comfortably on my face. I go back into the kitchen, grabbing my keys from where they hang and head out the door, locking it behind me.

I board the black Jeep my adoptive parents bought me when I had arrived here, closing the door behind me while placing my coffee mug in the cup holder and throwing my bag onto the passenger seat. I put my keys in the ignition and turn them, starting the car and buckling up. I pull out of the driveway, looking both ways in order to avoid a car accident and drive down the street that will take me to Hell.

It's a thirty minute drive to school, so I turn on the radio, singing along to the Green Day song that begins to play. I'm driving along peacefully, passing house after house, when all of a sudden a voice comes out of nowhere. "Are we there yet?"

I nearly hit a tree but jerk the wheel in time in order to avoid a collision. "Damn it Pete! Are you trying to get us killed?" I glance over at the rear view mirror and see Pete's face poking out from the backseat, a grin on his face. "I thought I told you to go on the bus, 'cause I sure as hell wasn't going to give you a ride." Most of the time, it's hard to believe that Pete is only a few months younger than me; he may be a senior, but he acts more like a six year old.

A backpack is thrown over to the front seat, startling me momentarily. Another glance at the mirror tells me that Pete is going to climb over the backseat and into the front. I curse under my breath and turn on my emergency signal, pulling over to the right side of the road. Pete gives me another smile and opens his door, climbing out of it and closing it before walking to the passenger door. Once I hear the clicking sound of the closing door, I lock them, making sure Pete can't climb back in. "Hey!"

I give him a smirk before rolling down the passenger window and throwing his bag at him. "Told you I wasn't giving you a lift. Have fun walking to school!"

I'm about to drive off when Pete calls back to me. "You do realize that Mom will freak if she found out you left me on the side of the street instead of driving me to school." My smirk turns into a glare, and I unlock the doors, letting Pete climb in before turning off my emergency signal and driving off.

I shake my head at nothing in particular. "You know, sometimes I wonder why your parents named you Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III. Your name doesn't fit your face."

Pete gives me a smirk and I immediately know he's going to say something that will make me punch him. Funny how you could get to know someone so quickly in a short time period once you actually live with them. "Sometimes I wonder why they put your butt on your face."

"Pete!"

Author's Note:
As some you guys may or may not know, I don't really have a set updating schedule for my books. Well, I do have a schedule but not for every individual book. I'm planning to update once a week for the books so one week I'll update one book and the next I might update that same book or add a new one, it just depends. Below is the title of the book and a teaser/description.

Keeper of the Watch [Doctor Who]
"Take this and run." The man pressed an object into my palm, closing my fingers around it. I looked down at it; it was a FOB watch that was carved with intricate designs on the back of it. He also gave me a photograph, and on it was a man that I have never seen before. "Keep away from this man. He will try to take the watch away from you. It is crucial he does not catch you. No one knows his name, but most know him as 'The Doctor'."