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"C'mon honey please? Just smile. One picture." My dad asked from behind his phone. I had been standing in front of the door for 10 minutes just for him to get a good picture.
"Dad please hurry. This is embarrassing. People can see me." I said through my teeth. My hands holding a sign marked "First Day of Junior Year!"
My eyes darting from my dad to my brothers hiding behind my step mom, Katie, who stood a couple feet away. "Dad why don't they get to do this?" Pointing to the boys who quickly stood up, wiping their grins off their faces.
"Well honey, they're out of high school and it's not their first day." He told me, snapping another picture. I groaned again, Katie taking notice of my irritation and quickly stepped up to the rescue.
"Steve I think that's good enough. She should get going so she won't be late. Important year! Yay!" She cheered. Katie has been in my life since I was 11. Almost 4 years after my mom died. My dad and her got married when I was 14. I only started calling her mom instead of Katie a couple months ago, though the name Katie would slip up sometimes.
I adjusted my backpack and handed the board to my dad, who stopped me from heading out, "Have fun honey, stay focused, stay safe, we love you." He kissed my forehead and walked back into the house, mom giving me a hug afterwards and soon followed.
"Hey Liza Mae! Do you need a ride to school, we can pass by and drop you off." Alex called out from behind his car door. Dylan already climbing into the passengers seat.
I shook my head at them, "Wait where are you guys going though?"
Dylan rolled down his window and let his arm hang out from the seat, Alex starting the engine. "Gotta get some last minute dorm stuff for my room. Want anything?"
"Just get me some snacks, but if you see a bulletin board, can you get me one? I need it to hang some papers."
"Got it lil sis. Love you, have a great first day." Alex and Dylan chimed out the last part as they pulled out of the driveway.
Two minutes later, a familiar car rolled down the street, pulling over in front of my house.
"Get in loser, first day of junior year!" I chuckled as I ran up the car, claiming my usual spot in the passengers seat.
Before getting in, I heard a faint noise of a door opening along with a car speeding dangerously past my house and taking an abrupt stop in front of my neighbors.
