My first Fan fiction. I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place.
I woke up to my alarm clock ringing at 6:00 am. Another brand new day. I get up, shower, and get my clothes, but before I put my jeans on, I put on the "smarty pants". Dad showed us them last year, but I've known about them for years. You may find this hard to believe, but truth be told, I'm not as smart as people think I am.
It all started when I was 7 years old. Nobody in school ever noticed me. Shoot, I bet barely anybody knew my name. Alex was always the popular one. She had a bunch of friends, yet I had only one: Zeke Beakerman. People noticed him too. Even if it was just to say, "What's wrong with that kid?" They still noticed him. I wanted people to notice me too. I searched for a way to do just that and I came across these smarty pants. Finally, a way to be noticed.
At first, people were surprised. I mean, I never really was the "straight A" type student. My parents and teachers just thought I never reached my full potential until then. I knew my secret was safe.
So here I am, 18 years old, and living an entire lie. People do notice me, though it isn't what I expected. Now people think I'm a nerd, but hey, at least they notice me and know who I am, right?
I woke up to my mom yelling at me from downstairs at 7:54 am. Another day of boring school.
"Alex! Hurry up! You should have been up an hour ago!" Theresa yells from downstairs.
"I'm coming, I'm coming", I say, while waving my wand. It magically gets me ready so I don't have to do a thing, and I can just sleep in until the last moment. I walk downstairs to the substation.
"Alex, why can't you be more like Justin? He gets up early everyday. You should try it sometime," said an annoyed Theresa. "Now hurry up and get to school."
There we have it. Another day of being compared to Justin, I think to myself. "Justin's so perfect," "Why can't you be more like Justin?". I tried to fix this once, and all it ended up doing was make him turn invisible. Why does he have to be so annoying?
I arrived at school the same time as Justin. "Hey, Justin," I say, not really caring.
"Hey, Alex," said Justin,
I look at him and say, "What…are you wearing?"
"W-w- what do you mean?" He asks, looking extremely nervous.
Is he hiding something? I wonder.
I know it's not that good, but it's just introducing the story. It will get better (hopefully). Please review and tell if you like it, or if you don't like it. : )