I cried out, startled by the alarm. I slapped around blindly until, finally I hit my target, shutting of the beeping sound. My body protested heavily as I tried to get up. After some moments, I sat up and stretched my arms.
I glance at my clock that stated 7:23 in bright green digits.
Ugh. It was way too early to be up.
Just as I was about to lay back down, a knock sounded at my door.
"What?" I called. No reply. That had to be my mom. She always knocked but never opened the door or replied until I opened the door to see what she wants.
I sighed and let go of any thought I had about reuniting with my warm, cozy bed. I trudged over to the door and didn't bother hiding my annoyance.
"Morning, sweetie," Mom chirped. She was awfully bright for a woman who just got divorced and moved from New York to a tiny place called Bradford. I said that to her.
I was still upset about moving. It was my senior year, the year me and friends had been planning for since freshman year. And my mom decides to drag me out here before it even began.
"You have school," she said while she came in and inspected my room. I didn't bother unpacking any boxes. It looked like too much work.
She opened her mouth but I cut her off.
"I'm going to unpack my own things, mom."
She shook her head at me and went downstairs.
I looked at my clock again. I only had half an hour to get ready.
I headed towards my bathroom, hoping for some hot water.
This house was as old and cold as the Ice Age.
I felt relieved as hot water poured out of the shower. I let it run down my body and through my hair.
Suddenly, while I was shampooing my hair, ice cold water blasted out if the shower. I screamed as it touched my skin. Two minutes later my mom banged on the bathroom door.
"Rylee? What's wrong? Are you okay?" She yelled.
"Yeah, fine," I replied as I shut the water off. "Water went cold."
"Oh. Sorry about that," she said. "I turned the faucet on in the kitchen."
Five minutes later I stepped out of the bathroom with one towel around my body and one around my head. I opened the nearest box and pulled out the first thing that came in my hand. A red tank top. I wore the same shorts as yesterday and threw on the only decent pair of flats I had.
I unwrapped my hair and dried away and droplets of water left. I blow dried it, making my already frizzy hair into an afro. I suppressed an angry groan and bit my lip as I tried to figured out to do with my unruly mane of hair. A finally pulled it into a sloppy ponytail and went to the kitchen.
Mom was leaning against the granite counter with a coffee cup in one hand and newspaper in the other.
Everyone says I look like an exact exact copy of my father. I have the same golden-bronze skin, a round but not chubby face, full, plump lips and a button nose I haven't been able to outgrow and thick brownish-red hair. Except my eyes. Those I got from my mom. They were a mix of blue and green with flecks of gold and a light lilac colour.
"You ready?" She smiled and put her cup in the sink. I nodded my head. "Let's go kiddo!"
I followed her and grabbed my bag on the way out.
"Are you nervous? I would be," mom laughed. "Starting a new school can be scary."
"Yeah, Mom you're really not helping. No pep talk please," I stared out the window. I heard her sigh but she didn't try to converse with me again.
"Here we are. You'll be okay on your own?" The car came to a halt.
"Yes, God mom I'm not two. I'm turning eighteen in a few month!" I snapped.
"Okay, okay. Take this," she handed me some money. "Just in case."
I took the cash, have her a quick peck on the cheek and hopped out. I was strangely excited to go inside. My first thought was the guys and their accents.
Whoa, focus Ry, I thought to myself as I took a deep breathe and walked through the gates.

Notes

Hey y'all lovely potatoes.
so this is my first fan fiction.. Ever.
Comment what you think and if I should continue...
Kk thankss