Playing with Fire ✔️ [UNDER REVISION]

Chapter One: Just my luck

SARAH'S POV

I shuffled around in bed; trying to find the comfortable position to sleep in.

"Sarah! Its 7:45, you will be late for school." 

I was awaken by my mom's voice booming from down the stairs. 

School. Another day, another painful experience to face.

It's true, it's not like me to be late for school, not that I love it. Frankly, I  find it stressful.

  With my fingers clutching the pastel sheets, I placed it over my head, hoping I could just disappear for a little. 

Should I go? Or should I just sleep in? 

I yawned and blinked a couple times before my eyes slowly shut again.

"Sarah, don't let me come up there for you. You will be late for school." Mom threatened.

 I sighed in defeat and briskly walked to the bathroom down the hall. I took my toothbrush out of the holder and squirted the toothpaste on. Brushing back and forth, I looked into the mirror and inspected the sleep marks that had lined my face eccentrically. That's how you know the sleep was good. Shrugging, I spit out the toothpaste and placed my tooth brush back down.  

One foot in front of another, I found myself in the shower. I turned the faucet on, and watched as the water came flowing down. A few minutes went by, as I enjoyed the beads of water plummeting unto my back.

There I was, standing in the shower when I remembered I would be tardy. Hurriedly, I sprang out, wrapping the towel tightly around my petite figure. I scurried out of the bathroom to my room, clasping onto my towel for extra support. I began to observe my room.

Lavender in colour, it was filled with clothes scattered all across the floor. Some people think of it as untidy I like to call it abstract art, as it describes my life perfectly. The only neat thing that found residence in my room was my study desk with my alarm clock on it.

8:01 A.M

my eyes bulged as I dashed to my closet as fast as I could.

I think I've just broken the world record for the fastest runner.

I opened my closet and picked up the first thing I saw. My grey T-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans stared back at me and I smiled. Time wasn't on my side today, so I raked my hand through my wavy hair with gel. I looked in the mirror fairly satisfied with my attire and I immediately ran out my room and down the stairs.

I only have nineteen minutes to reach school.

As I reached the end of the stairs, I made my way towards the kitchen and was greeted by my mother giving my 20-year-old brother, Caleb and my dad their breakfast. Ever since I could remember, my dad and brother would always get along while for me I'm consistently blamed even if I did nothing wrong. The life of being the younger child. My brother and father are more like best friends than family. I rarely saw them fight.

"Sweetheart, are you going to stay for breakfast?" My mom asked.

"No mom, I'll just take an apple and go." I answered, sounding more like a protest than an actual response to my mom's question.

My brother and dad finally broke their conversation to realize my presence.

"Need a lift?" my brother asked

"No, I'm good."

"You are gonna regret not making the world's fastest driver take you to school." he said, praising himself.

You see,  My arrogant brother is a famous NASCAR racer and for those of you who don't understand, he drives race cars.

Although Caleb had the cash, he preferred to keep living at home with us.

"Nah, I think I'll survive." I remarked.

"Okay bye loser, see you after school." Caleb said

"Bye Caleb." I said with a smile on my face, ruffling his hair.

"Hey watch the hair!" He exclaimed patting down his gelled hair.

I grabbed the apple from the bowl on the counter and I gave my mom and dad a goodbye kiss on the cheek before I left.

Grabbing my car keys from off the counter, I walked towards the door picking up my bag at my feet. Hastily I opened the door and made my way towards the car my mom and dad bought me for my birthday.

It was cute blue swift which I love so much.

I took a deep breath and immediately the smell of nature repleted my nostrils. I opened the car door, started the car and sped away to school.

A few minutes later, I approached the West Coast High school sign. My eyes scanned frantically from side to side to find an empty spaces until I found one. Sighing, I slouched back in my seat and read the car's clock. Realizing I only had two minutes to reach to class, I immediately exited, grabbed my school bag and locked the car. Ran up the stairs to the doors of the school as fast as I could and walked inside finding the hallways as vacant as a deserted island.

'Thump, thump, thump' 

The sound of my backpack colliding with my back echoed through the hallway as a poster caught my eyes. 

And I know what you're thinking.

 How did I of all persons have the time to look at a poster? The thing was, it was hard to miss. Plastered against the wall with glitter and a blow up guitar placed in front of it. 

The school talent show. As shocking as it may sound, I was probably one of the few people who did not have a talent at this school but I regress.  

I rushed to my locker and took out the books for the session I had right now.

What do I have now?

English,

No

Biology

No

Oh yes, silly me

I have Calculus

I quickly packed the math book in my bag and began walking to class and out of all the times to fail me, this was the time my bag chose to unzip itself, allowing all the contents in it to plunge to the floor effortlessly. I quickly tried to collect all the scattered papers, but a shoe was standing on it.

"Can you please get off my papers?" I asked exhausted but when I looked up, no one was there. It had seemed as the person had just vanished. I got up after repacking my bag. Silly me thinking it was over, didn't paying attention to where I was going and next thing I knew, I tripped over my own foot and face planted the floor.

A chorus of chuckling, which was masculine in nature, reverberated through the corridor and I could already feel the heat rushing to my cheeks.

"You dropped your tampons. " a deep voice said.

Oh lord, this can't be happening. If it's even possible my cheeks become even more red at the new revelation.

Why did this have to happen the one morning I'm late?

Wait, a minute...

But who wouldn't be in class by this time?

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