As Long As You Need

1-Nice Underwear Cap

I've always had a plan. Ever since I was thirteen I knew I wanted to become a psychologist. I know young right. The thing is I just knew. I wanted to study the brain what people think, their mannerisms. I think it's because of what happened to my mom. 

It's officially senior year. I've already begun applying to colleges. My top school is Stanford but there is only a slim chance I will get in. I also applied to University of California and University of Pennsylvania. 

My grades are actually really, really good. I have managed to get almost perfect scores through all of my years in school. I've never gotten below a 98 in a class. I hate P.E.

I also want to make my dad proud. My brother Bradley has already excepted a scholarship to Penn State. 

Bradley is my twin brother. Besides having the same wavy chestnut brown hair -which we get from our dad-we look nothing alike. Bradley has my moms light blue eyes while I have my dads honey brown eyes. I also have my moms freckles. It's the one thing I have you can tell came from her.  

My mom passed away when I was ten. She was sick. Not the kind where you can go to a hospital and get cured. The psychological kind. There was no warning, one day she was there and the next....

She's the reason I want to study psychology. Part of me always wonders if I couldn't seen any signs. If I could have stopped it. 

Anyways today is the first day of senior year. I am currently doing what I always do..sleeping through my alarm. 

beep beep beep

I groan rolling over in my bed and hitting snooze again. 

I try to move my leg but its twisted in my comforter. Shit why does this always happen to me? Half asleep I try to shake my leg out of my comforter. 

The comforter begins to feel looser around my legs when I hear my door slam open and a body collide on top of mine. 

I almost scream but the scent of his cologne hits me. I groan again and punch his shoulder. 

"Get off of me bitch." I say out of breath. Gosh why does this man have his whole body weight on me? I think my rib cage is about to snap. 

He chuckles lifts his body slightly higher. "You don't mean that Bails." he pouts

I open my eyes and look into his green eyes. Noah Scott. My brothers best friend. 

Him and my brother met during a mommy and me group when they were 3. I was there too but neither of them seemed to care. The instant they saw each other they became inseparable. You'd think they were the twins...or secret lovers. I still wonder that. 

Growing up it was always the two of them and me tagging along. Brady hardly payed attention to me but Noah always made sure I felt somewhat included. Well until middle school. Then they both kind of ditched me for other people. 

Don't get me wrong I love my brother, we just don't hang out with the same people in school. Noah still talks to me in the halls and at home when he's over. It just kind of changed in middle school. We talk but we don't talk. 

It's ok though because that made me branch out where I met my two best friends. Delilah and Matt. The three of us are super close. 

Delilah has strawberry blonde hair and the brightest green eyes I have ever seen on someone. We met on the second day of sixth grade in Ms. Ivory's class when I tripped over her seat. She was also there for me when my mom died. 

Delilah and I met Matt the first day of freshman year, he was new to our school and was lost. We helped him find his locker and invited him to sit with us during lunch. Matt's got curly copper hair and blue eyes.