"Rosie, breakfast. NOW!" Mum called from downstairs.
"Ugh, I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE!" I yelled. Like every boring school day of my life, I dragged myself out of bed and slumped over to my wardrobe. Our school uniform was horrible- a grey skirt (which had to be knee length), an orange and yellow striped tie, a white blouse, an itchy grey jumper, black tights and plain black shoes. The boys had to wear grey trousers and jumpers, white shirts and the dreaded tie. Of course, none of the girls obeyed the knee length rule, especially not in my year. In year 10 they didn't really care if your skirt was a couple of inches above the knee. Apart from one teacher, of course. Miss Gray. She made sure that no girl's skirt, not even the year 11's, was above the knee. And if it was, she would make you stand up in assembly in front of everyone, and roll it down. That's why I was glad that my skirt was naturally quite short, and I had clearly grown quite a bit in the past year. I would hate to have to roll my skirt up, in fear of being told off.

"ROSIE, GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

"I'M COMING!!" I stomped downstairs and into the kitchen, wearing my dull clothes. My little brother, Freddie, was already eating his toast, and mum was bustling around the kitchen tidying. Opening the fridge and peering inside, I heard a meow behind me. It was my cat, Lily. I called her that because of her piercing green eyes, after Lily Potter. She was a tabby, and was only three years old. "Lily, did you follow me downstairs?" When mum said we could pick a small pet of our own, I chose a cat. Freddie's been desperate for a dog, but we're still working on persuading mum on that one. Lily barely leaves my room, and when she does it is to do business outside or in the litter tray in the kitchen, or eat and drink from her bowls in the kitchen. Anyway, going back to where I was, I grabbed the jumbo carton of orange juice, and poured some into a glass. I then reached for the milk, and mixed it into a bowl full of cornflakes. "Mum, can I get that Avengers poster for my room? You know, the one we saw in the comic store in town? Please?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, Rosie. I will not have you messing up your walls with blue tack," mum replied, as she unloaded the dishwasher.

"Well then can I get a frame and hang it on the wall?"

Mum sighed. "Maybe, ask your father to take you down to the furniture shop later to get a frame then. But if he says no, then the answer is no."

"Yay, thanks!" After a few minutes I finished my cereal and gulped down the rest of my juice, before leaping up out of my seat and running back upstairs (with Lily following behind me). It wasn't any normal poster, oh no. It was quite big, and had Thor, Captain America, Hawkeye, Black Widow, Iron Man and Hulk all in their full costumes and holding their weapons. It has a slight sketched effect, and would look so good in my room! I went in to the bathroom before my bedroom and cleaned my teeth. I then shoved my boring hair back in a loose ponytail, and stared at my ugly self in the mirror. If you're wondering what I look like, I have dark chestnut hair (which comes an inch or two longer than my shoulders), a small nose and grey eyes. I usually don't bother with makeup. I have the odd lipstick and mascara, but never really wear them. Fortunately my eyelashes are naturally quite long, so I don't need to use it. Maybe I should start wearing more, however. I would never wear as much as the other girls in my class, who always seem to have orange powdered faces and thick, black eyeliner. Sighing, I headed towards my room, where my prized possession lay. My iMac. I mainly used it to make edits, but reading and writing fan fiction was another use for it. And homework, of course. It sat on my battered desk in front of my black spinning office chair (dad was going to throw it away when he got new furniture for the study, but I claimed it off him). I printed off my English essay and shoved it in my bag, and then logged in to wattpad. I didn't think anyone else in my class liked writing fanfic (apart from my best friend, Amy), and all the other girls liked to spend their time applying tonnes of makeup and fussing over the boys. Two thirds of the boys were popular and spent their lives trying to appear "cool" to the girls, and the other third were either nerdy or really quiet. But I liked the nerdy, quiet boys because they were kind. Much kinder than the popular boys, who either treated me and Amy like we had some deadly disease where no one could even sit near us, or picked on us with stupid, snide comments and teased us about being boring and nerdy. But me and Amy knew we weren't boring. Because writing and reading fanfic can get very exciting. Okay, that does sound nerdy. But being a nerd isn't necessarily a bad thing. I'm not boasting, but I'm not the bottom in class for everything. And I prefer it that way, I'd prefer to be at the top than the bottom. I'd prefer to hand my homework in on time, than getting detention. And I'd prefer to do the studying and revision to get a high mark in tests, than to waste my time and not revise at all, and get a low score. So yeah, I'm a nerd. And a fangirl. And probably boring to be around. But that's my life, and that's how I'd choose to live it. Although, if I want to get a boyfriend, I should probably change eventually. Let's face it, what boy would like me for who I am?