Take My Hand Tonight, Lets Not Think About Tomorrow.

"KYLA! WAKE UP!" I opened my eyes slowly to see Kyle's face. "Rise an shineee!" He smiled. "Get your fat head out of my face, your breath stinks" I groaned. Kyle laughed. "Now now, Kay, no need to be nasty." I sighed and got up slowly. "Whats the time?" I asked. "Abouttt five to nine." "BOLLOCKS. KYLE YOU ASSHOLE!" I scrambled at some clothes and makeup and a hairbrush. A smile spread across my brothers lips. I shoved him out and changed, applied makeup and brushed my dyed red hair, adding a headband to make it seem more presentable, before grabbing my bag, Kyle, and a peice of cheese on toast, running out the door. I practically ran to school, Kyle riding his bike slowly and me eating my cheese on toast, yet in time with my running. I arrived, puffed-out at school, Kyle as cool as a cucumber locking his bike up. "EURGH," I said, opening the classroom door. "Kyla, it seems you aree, 20 minutes late! What's the excuse?" My teacher moaned. "Sorry miss, i overslept." "Detention." She uttered as i sat down. Kyle walked in slowly and cooly. "Kyle, take a seat, your late. Excuse?" "I helped an elderly person across the street, miss." He lied. "Thats very kind of you, Kyle. Come and see me after for a merit" I felt the anger boiling up inside me as my brother winked at me. I wish you were 6 again. I muttered to myself.