My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate

Chapter 1: Welcome to my boring life

Beep! Beep! Beep!

My alarm clock continuously rings in my ears. I groan and grab my phone to shut off the noise as soon

as possible. I hate mornings. Like really hate them! Especially Monday mornings. Going back to my

boring classes after the wonderful weekend I had seems like the most horrible punishment someone

could give me. Seriously, who invented Mondays? I'd definitely like to meet them to, you know, to

sweetly smack their head and put some sense in it. I may be exaggerating but I am also not a morning

person. The birds chirping as if it's the happiest day on Earth, the kids jumping up and down before

their parents are even awake, or the sun stroking my beautiful face from the window, a big NO.

The only reason I wake up in the morning is to eat the yummy breakfast my mom makes.

"Emerald, are you up?", my mom calls snapping me out of my thoughts.

My mom normally gets up super early to prepare the delicious breakfast I was talking about earlier for

me, her and my dad, and my two step brothers.

"No mom! I'm not up", I holler back and stuff my head under my pillow. I live in a 2 storey house, with

13 rooms, with my family; mom and dad, and my two step brothers Damion and Sean. Yes, I have half

brothers. I really don't know much about the situation as they were both born ages before me. They

don't know much about their mom either. Mom and dad met when Damion was 2 and a half and Sean

was 3. She took them in as her own and I know deep down that she treats them as a mom should.

My parents own a large jewelry store downtown, Damion is 20 and is at college studying business

while Sean, 23, is an accountant. My brothers don't live with us, but they come over almost everyday

for breakfast or dinner. Or both.

I get up to roll out of bed, but my lazy body pulls me back down. 'Just 5 more minutes', I tell myself.

"Emerald, you need to get up right now!", my mom yells.

"Fine, fine", I give in. I roll out of my extremely warm bed to start getting ready.

I undress and wrap a towel around my slim figure, and head to my adjoining bathroom. I get inside the

shower, turn on the cold water and take a quick shower, using my favorite body was that smells like

strawberries.

I quickly rinse off and dry myself with a towel and head back to my room. The smell of bacon and

freshly brewed coffee floats upstairs as I find something from my closet to wear. I cannot focus on

finding something to wear because of thinking about all that food downstairs. I shake my head firmly

and concentrate. My belly growls. "Fuck it!"

I decide to wear a green tank top that matches my eye color, light ripped jeans and white sneakers. I

dress and finish doing my makeup, adding a little bit more mascara than I usually wear.

I grab my school bag, my phone, and a watch the exact same shade as my blouse, and run downstairs.

Down to the wonderful food!

'Yes! FOOD', my brain yells.novelbin