(AN: Hi everyone this is one of my first stories, I hope to update once every couple of weeks, but with school, you never know. Chloe Grace Moretz is playing the main character, but if you have any better suggestions for characters I am all ears. I hope you enjoy!)

I'm the new girl, I always am, and I always will be. Angel Grove High is my sixth school this year, meaning I completely understand the process of being the new kid. The constant stares, the new target for the school bully, and the worst seat in the class, usually right in front of the teacher. With only one more year left until I go to college, I can hardly wait for school to be over.

My Dad is a General in the military so I always move around in order to stay with him. I have two brothers- twins, and they are both a pain, but they are family. I am a sixteen-year-old senior in high school. No, it is not a fluke, apparently, I have a very high IQ so I skipped a couple of grades. This new school is supposedly going to be my last, but you never know.

I felt my comfortable, warm, fuzzy, queen size bed start to tip over a little, "what on earth is happening?" I thought.

"Izzie, wake up, you promised us you would make us pancakes for Breakfast today." Exclaimed my overly enthusiastic brothers.

"How do you have so much energy in the morning? Guys, seriously, I'm exhausted and I went to bed earlier than you, can I just make you pancakes tomorrow?" I asked.

"What? No. Come on Izzie, you promised, you never break your promises. Please?" The twins tried to pull their puppy dog eyes, they think they work on me but they don't. I definitely only give in because I don't want to disappoint them, it is totally not the puppy dog eyes... really.

"Fine, but only because I am hungry and I promised."

"Yay! Thanks, Izzie, your the best sister ever," said the terrible two.

"Brats," I muttered, "okay, now get out of my room, once I am done getting ready I will make your food," I say.

"Wait, wait, Izzie? Can the pancakes be chocolate chip?" Asked Hunter, yes his name is Hunter, army dad, remember? Well maybe that's not the best excuse, I have no idea why we actually named him Hunter. The other twin is Noah, so I don't know where the name Hunter came from, probably from tv. I should ask sometime.

With a glare, I said, "Out. Now."

Once the boys were out of my room I rolled over and prayed that I didn't have to get up. Sadly I miscalculated where I was and rolled right out of my bed and landed on the hard, cold, very cold, wooden floor with a thump.

"Uuuggghhh, stupid floors, stupid mornings, stupid school for making me get up this early." I groaned.

With impeccable timing, my Dad peers into my room and stared at me. I had one arm clutching onto my bed. When I fell I landed perfectly in between my bed and bedside table. My back was on the floor and my head in a very uncomfortable position against the table. I stared at my dad and he stared back, face blank and emotionless, and said "good morning soldier" Then he walked away with a smirk on his face.

I. Hate. Mornings.

I debated staying there to avoid my amused dad, but I had to go to school... I hate school, especially because of the early mornings... yeah... life's fun.

I quickly got dressed and went downstairs only to see everything that I need for pancakes out already.

"Huh, must have been the boys," I thought with a smile.

Once I finished the pancakes I called the boys saying that the food was ready. And shocker, that was all it took for Noah and Hunter to come rushing down the... wait a second, nope, dad is with them too... also running like a child... except he has shaving cream all over his face. What. The. Heck.

There is only one way to react to this situation. Walk away and pray that somewhere, in another dimension, there is another version of yourself who actually lives a normal life, and pray to God, or Hogwarts, or whatever magical being exists, that you can trade lives.

Closing the door, I made sure to check the security system, you never know if it is going to break. I checked the time to make sure that I wouldn't miss the bus. I should probably mention that it is the universes personal goal to make me miserable. See, the bus comes to the bus stop at 6:30, and oh how convenient, it is 6:30 right now... Rotten luck.

There is no time to walk, I have to get to school, late on the first day means a bad reputation with the teachers. The yellow bus is in front of me, maybe I can make it on time. No wait, nevermind, it is leaving and I am exhausted, thank you world, now I have to run even more. I'm not even going to say that today couldn't possibly get worse crap, because it can, it always does.

I take a turn to use as a shortcut so I can get to the next bus stop before the yellow bus does. I hate those things. Once I made it to the bus stop I was a little out of breath. I was the last one on the stairs and saw the bus driver looking at me and how I am dressed.

I have my chestnut colored hair in a ponytail with one piece of my hair perfectly framing my very pale face, thank you, Irish ancestors. My green eyes look dead because of how early it is.

My favorite camouflage jacket is on and zipped up to keep me warm. To finish off the I don't care about what I wear look, I have baggy sweatpants on for extra comfort.

Maybe the bus driver is used to girls who overdress themselves in extremely uncomfortable clothes for school... school! Personally, I don't see the point, but that is just me.

I walked right by the bus driver and sit in the middle of the bus, far away enough from the back to avoid any confrontation, but not close enough to the front to grab attention. It is a very useful strategy.

Of course with my luck, I accidentally ended up tripping over my own feet and landed on the floor. Fun times... fun, fun times.

Acting as if nothing happened, I pull myself off the floor and sit down on the very uncomfortable green colored bus chair and pray for this day to be over. As I said, I really hate mornings, and it has only just begun.