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Introduction:

"Rise and shine you hungover whore!!"
I jumped up and out of my bed, startled by the sudden comment. My tired eyes shot open to see my best friend/house mate Brooke.
"I thought you stopped drinking on school nights."
"I thought you promissed to stop waking me up in the morning."
I picked my alarm clock off of my bedside table and waved it at her.
"That's what I've got this for."
"Yes, but does your alarm clock make you jump out of bed at a amazing speed?"
I winced as my headache suddenly kicked in.
"Shh!"
I held my spinning head in my hands and fell back onto my bed.
"Get out of my room Brooke!"
"You have to get ready for school, Tuesday!"
"I'm not gong in today..."
I felt the bed sink as Brooke laid down beside me.
"But you promissed you'd come into today!"
I opened my eyes and turned to face Brooke who was now laying on her side and facing me.
"Please. I'll do your hair and everything!" She whined, her voice began to get on my nerves.
"Fine, fine." I mumbled into my hands, giving into her just to shut her up.
"Oh yay!" she shouted, I picked up my pillow and threw it at her as she out up and jumped up and down beside my bed. "Go get ready then!"
I groaned and turned away from her. She slapped my bare thighs.
"Brooke, I'm serious. Get out!"
"Ugh, fine!" She said, slapping me one last time and running out.
Once I was sure she was gone, I slowly this time- got out of my bed and shuffled to my ensuite at the end of my room.

~*~

"Here." Brooke said as she appeared in the reflection beside me in the bathroom mirror.
"Thanks." I replied and took the glass of fizzing liquid that Brooke was holding.
"So you want to talk about yesterday?"
I looked away from her and down at the sink.
"Maybe later, Brooke."
"Okay.." She looked dissapointed but understanding and turned to leave the bathroom. "You have a hour to get ready. I'm driving"
"Your going to have to drive, Dad left with my car because his is still in the garage and he's not back till next week on Wednesday."
I took a swig from my drink and cringed.
"Okay, hurry up and get ready T.Davis"
Brooke hit my bum playfully as she left and closed the door behind her. I looked back up in the mirror and knocked back the rest of my drink. My head soon got better and I began to do my make up. Pushing my shoulder length blonde, curled hair behind my ears. I pulled at my face, checking for blemishes and then rubbing in concealer under my eyes, trying to hide the dark bags that were trying to tell me that I needed more sleep.
"Hey Brooke?!" I yelled as I lined my green eyes with a thin layer of black eyeliner and applied a light layer of mascara onto my long eyelashes.
"What?!" She yelled back from her room next to mine.
"Can you put on my music... just start the record player up."
"45 minutes!" she shouted before the sound of 'The Cure' filled the quiet empty house.
I brushed my eyeshadow brush dusted with brown eyeshadow over my eyelids as I hummed quietly along.

~*~

"Hello Blondie, you look almost as hot as me" Brooke said as she stepped into my room, plugging in my curlers as she passed the electric socket.
I pulled my Mums leather jacket on over the top of my 'Finding Emo' red T-shirt and then brushed down my jean mini skirt.
"Aha. Modest much?" I smiled a little and sat down on my chair in front of my vanity table. "Seen my converse?"
"Why on earth would you think I would?"
I turned around to see that Brooke looked rather irritated and I held up my hands like claws and made a 'meow' noise, making her crack a smile.
"What is with all the bitchyness?" I teased as I turned back round so Brooke could re-curl my hair.
"Its Tom..."
I opened my mouth to speak, but decided not to incase I said the wrong thing and Brooke would bite my head off.
"He broke up with me..."
"Again?"
"Again! And y'know what the best part is? It was via text!"
"Are you kidding?"
Brooke dropped her phone in my lap and I read the text.
"Yeah, I'm kidding. I made all this up for fun!" Brooke said hitting me lightly round the head. "Don't be Blonde, Tuesday!"
I rolled my eyes, unaware she could see me in the mirror.
"Its okay anyway. Gives me more spare time to have sex with other boys..."
I again rolled my eyes, Brooke is the most popular girl at school, head cheerleader and teachers pet although she was such a bitch to them. I knew now its our senior year that she would be bringing home all of the new guys in our year at our school and I would be meeting them in the hallway or at the rare occasion, still in her bed. And they'd all be jerks.
"Your all done" Brooke said slapping me on the shoulders and breaking my trail of thoughts.
"With 10 minutes to spare" I said consulting my watch.
"Hmm, seeing that we're early, want to pop into town and grab a coffee?"
"You read my mind"
"Here..." Brooke said bending over and then throwing my converse at me.
"They were under your chair"
I stood up after putting my shoes on when Brooke tripped me up at the door. Slapping my bum as i got into the crawling position screaming.
"GO, GO, GO!"
I burst out laughing and crawled across the floor. Brooke tripped over her heels and fell ontop of me. I screamed in horror as I realised she had no underwear on.
"BROOKE PUT ON SOME UNDERWEAR!"
She laughed, rolling off of me and holding down her knee high skirt against her tanned skinny legs.
"I was hoping to see Tom today!"
"Brooke that's gross!" I said hitting her on her flat stomach and getting up.

~*~

I sat in the seat next to Brooke, my earphones blasting out 'The Honorary Title' loudly from my iPod, trying to prepare myself for another year at Belleville Highschool.




A/N: So this is just a introduction. In the next chapter MCR should be introduced. Hope you enjoy the tale I am bout to tell and please rate and review!