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Chapter 1: Mornings & High School
Shivers ran up my spine, forcing me to open my eyes. Light blinded my sight, causing me to squint to adjust to the brightness. I sat up, stretching the nicks and kinks out of muscles.
Mornings were dreadful in my opinion. However, being a straight 'A' student - and an honor one at that - I had an image to keep up. But, I wouldn't have to work as much this year, since it was my senior year.
I shivered uncontrollably. I had mixed feelings about being a senior, though I was glad to have my best friend, Trish, by my side. Luckily she came back from her trip to Mexico three days ago, or else I would have to suffer in hell by myself.
I quickly ran into my bathroom to take a cold shower. Yes, a cold shower. I was still half-asleep, so I had to do something to wake me up.
When I was done, I blow-dried my hair before heading back into my room to change. I decided to wear a beige pullover hoodie with a pair of black shorts. School was for learning and suffering, not for putting on a fashion show. However, some of the girls at Marino High School could have fooled me.
But still, I didn't let that bother me from enjoying the rest of my high school life being invisible. You would think being invisible was a bad thing; however, it was my superpower. I could slip out of a room without being caught, or sneak into without getting noticed. Yes, I enjoyed staying hidden. I had to admit, I was good at it.
"Ally! Breakfast in ten!" My dad called from the other side of my door.
"'Kay!" I called back, slipping on my black, low-top Chuck Taylors. (*)
I stuffed all my school supplies into my bag, before bolting out the door. I slid into the kitchen with style, twirling on my heels. Those three torturous years of dance lessons paid off. God just happened to bless me with the ability to sing and write songs, but he also blessed me with being a bad dancer. Oh, and I mean BAD. If you had seen me dance, you would have felt bad for me and given me money to pay for dance lessons.
But after the blisters and the billions of falls to the face, I am glad to say that the suffering was worth it. Now, I would be able to a school dance and be even more invisible. I wouldn't stand out because of my eye-sore dance moves.
"Looks like someone's excited for school," my dad sang as he set my plate on the counter.
"Yes dad, because I'm not secretly having a melt-down on the inside," I replied sarcastically but it was the truth. I was freaking out, but I had learned to hide my emotions when I wanted to. Thanks to Trish, and a couple of 'lying lessons' since I was also a bad liar. Yeah….I was bad at a lot of things.
"Ha, ha, very funny sweetie," my dad rolled his eyes and then untied his apron. "Breakfast is ready."
I took a seat on the bar stool, looking down at my plate of bacon, eggs, and pickle slices. I have an uncanny obsession with pickles and chewing on my hair when nervous.
"Honey, are you sure you're going to be fine alone by yourself while I'm way at the Saxophone Convention?" My dad gave me a worried look as he ate his breakfast.
"Yup, just as long as you trust me with the keys to the Sting and the Bolt." The Sting was his red 1895 Lamborghini Countach 5000 QV, while the Bolt was his silver 1989 Jiotto Caspita. They were my dad's most prized possessions. And I'm serious. If the keys to the cars and I were dangling off the edge of a cliff, my dad would save the keys and let me fall to my doom.
My dad laughed before he got serious again. "Not a chance." I frowned. "But I do trust you with the keys to Sonic Boom. Remember, I'm putting you in charge." He handed me the keys, along with the keys to the rest of the store.
"I'll take care of the store. I swear it on my Writer's Honor." I did an 'X' over my heart, and held up my hand for emphasis.
"Good and no out giving jobs." He got up and washed his dish, before heading out. "Especially not to Trish!" He called out as he headed back to his room.
I chucked, rolling my eyes playfully. Never in a billion years, would I hire Trish. I know she's my bestie and I love her to death, but she can be a bit…lazy. She could barely hold down a job for a few hours, let alone a day. But, she managed to get a new one right after quitting, or being fired, from the old one.
I finished breakfast, before I cleaned up and washed dishes. I grabbed my bag off the counter once I was done, and headed to school. I made sure to give my dad a hug and kiss good-bye, before he left for his week-long trip.
I walked down the street towards school. And to my dismay, another horrible day in high school.
Beep, beep, beep- I slammed down my hand on the alarm before it could ring again. I slowly opened one eye, realizing it was a Monday and that there was school.
I groaned into my pillow. I, Austin (insert better, manlier, middle name here) Moon, should not be required to go to school. I was an international pop superstar; I didn't need school. However, my record label – Starr Records – wanted me to attend MHS (**) for publicity. Somehow, that didn't even seem to lighten my mood.
I groggily sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes with my palm. I picked up my phone, checking my Tweeter (**) for anything new. I got 6,567 more follows along with 4,583 new twits. I tossed my phone to the side, when all of a sudden I felt a pair of arms wrap around my chest.
"Good morning," a feminine voice sang.
I smirked, knowing it was Kira, my girlfriend/boss' daughter, who had just woken up. I could feel her bare skin on my back, as she ran her hands along my chest. She liked feeling my muscles, which I had developed over the years.
"Ready for hell?" I asked, referring to the fact that we had school in two hours.
"What?" She hummed, not paying attention to anything except my body.
I rolled my eyes, letting out a soundless sigh. I pulled away from Kira's arms, heading to the bathroom to change. When I came out, Kira hadn't moved an inch. Instead, she went back to sleep. I looked away from her, heading to the kitchen to get some food into my stomach.
I wanted some pancakes, but my housekeeper, Miss Richmond, was off on vacation. Honestly, how did she expect me to survive in my penthouse without her amazing pancakes? Luckily, I was Austin Moon and I always got what I wanted.
I know I'm cocky and conceited, but hey, that's how the life of a celebrity is. However, I wasn't a lazy-ass; I could take care of myself and my belongings. Especially those that 'entertain' me.
I whipped up myself a stack of flapjacks, when I heard Kira finally get off her sexy and toned ass. She walked into the kitchen in a silk robe. It was slightly open and showed a good amount of her cleavage. I didn't drool over it like a perv; I simply enjoyed the sight of it.
"What's for breakfast?" She asked sleepily.
"For me? Pancakes," I took a bite for emphasis. "For you? Whatever you want that's in the fridge."
"You didn't even make me pancakes?" She questioned, almost shocked as if I didn't think of her. In fact I had, but she was too busy sleeping so I didn't bother.
"You have two hands, use them," I gave her a smug grin then finished off my food.
"You're a jerk. You know that, Moon?" She crossed her arms over her chest, covering my nice view.
"I try," I tossed my dish into the sink before I headed to the living room to flop on the couch.
I heard Kira sigh, and go into the kitchen to cook something for herself. I grabbed the remote, turning on the TV to whatever caught my eye. I settled on Miami's local news network, and rested my head on the back of the couch.
I felt my eyes droop, so I must've fell asleep. However, my sleep was short-slept since my phone went off. I jumped, fumbling to get my phone from my pocket. Once I managed to get it out, I pulled it up to my ear.
"Hello?" I answered into the device.
"Austin?" I heard my best friend ask.
"Dez? Hey man, how you been?" I got up, walking out onto patio of my penthouse.
"Oh I've been great!" Dez cheered into the phone.
"Good. What about your pets, uh, Ms. Duck and Mr. Farts?" Their names slipped my mind, but I knew he had a pet chicken and pig.
"You mean Mr. Snorts and Ms. Cluck? They're great, thanks for asking."
"So what's up?" I leaned back against the rail of my patio, taking in the view of Miami bay.
"Oh! I was wondering if it was really true you're coming to Marino High?" I heard a bit of doubt in Dez's voice. He was trying to hide it, but he was a bad liar.
"Yeah it's true," I laughed when I heard him cheer. Then said something about chicken feed.
"Awesome! I'll see you at school then?"
"See ya Dez."
I hung up the phone and headed back inside. I found Kira lazing on the couch, watching the fashion network. She had a magazine in her hands, and she still wore her robe. I shook my head, walking past her to my music room. I walked inside, grabbing my backpack off the floor.
I headed back into the living room, grabbing the keys of the coffee table. Kira looked up from her magazine, giving me a confused look.
"Where are you going?" She asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Crazy. Wanna come?" I sneered, pulling on my coat.
"No, really?" She huffed, going back to what she was doing before.
"Ask your dad, he's the one who calls the shots apparently," I made sure I had the keys to my house before I headed towards the door.
"Can't you just give me a fucking answer?!" Kira yelled. I probably - no - I did piss her off.
"School," I yanked open the front door. "See you later." I closed it before she could give me any crap about waiting for her. Honestly, she had a whole hour and a half to get ready. I would have taken longer, but I wasn't in the mood to go all out.
Luckily, I can get through my last year of school as quickly as possible.
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* I do not own Chuck Taylor a.k.a. Converse.
** Marino High School & Tweeter from Austin & Ally. Again, I do not own them.
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