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Synopsis: Amelia “Lia” Hill is an 18 year old high school senior who has always done the right thing. She gets good grades, dresses appropriately and barely has a social life. As high school is ending, Lia decides she’s had enough. She wants to live her life on her own terms, and be young and dumb like the rest of her classmates, including her twin brother Aiydan. On her journey to freedom, her crush Tyler Smith starts appearing more, causing the most awkward moments in her life.
Teaser: Chapter 1
“Lia, Lia, wake up! Its time for school!” I hear my mother calling, screaming actually, from the kitchen. I rub my eyes, and pull the blanket over my head. “Is it Friday yet?” I ask myself. I pull the covers down and glance at my phone, its only 6:30 a.m. Monday. My alarm isn’t supposed to go off for another half-hour. Why am I even shocked? Since I can remember, my mother has always woken me up earlier then needed. I lay in bed for another 5 minutes trying to fall back asleep, but it doesn’t work. Mom-1, Lia-0.
I stumble out of bed, almost tripping on the pillow that must have fallen while I was asleep. I groan to myself as I walk into the bathroom and glance in the mirror before heading to the shower. “How do I look this bad every morning?” I start the shower and let the boiling hot water wake me up, trying not to get my hair wet.
I turn the shower off and hop out to check the damage done to my hair by the water and steam. “Not bad, if we just run the straightener over the top,” I say proudly. Having long curly hair is a hassle. I hate keeping it natural, probably because I don’t know how. Every female in my family has long silky straight hair, but for some reason the joke was played on me and I was given a lions mane. Growing up I had no one to give me hair advice, so finally after years of begging my mom finally agreed to buy me a straightener right before I started high school. My happiest moment and my mothers biggest regret.
As I decide what to wear, I cant help but feel excited about my last month of high school. I cant wait to start college and start dorming. I hate high school and I hate living at home. I spent all 4 years trying to please my parents (mainly my mom) with my grades, attitude, and my non-existent social life.
I pick out a regular black tee that fits my body tightly, and some high waisted skinny jeans that make my pancake butt look nice. I go over my hair with the straightener, and wonder to myself if I should even bother putting makeup on. Nah, maybe tomorrow.
As i’m about to walk out of my room, the familiar smells hits my nose.
“MOM!!!” I yell. “What did I say about not putting that nasty candle on until I LEAVE the house??”
“Lia, you have absolutely no manners!” I hear her yell. “I need this candle to start my day, it opens up my nose, I have sinus issues!”
I whine and spazz to myself thinking of ways to get out of the house without smelling like the dreadful candle. I put my robe on, grab my bag and head out to the kitchen.
“You don’t have to be so dramatic,” my mother says, looking over a Women’s Health magazine.
“I’m not being dramatic, I just don’t want to smell like dirty socks every time I leave this house,” I reply annoyed.
“Well boohoo, cry me a river.” she bites back. “It was prescribed by my doctor, and it helps me, so deal with it.”
I roll my eyes and grab a banana from the counter. I hear the doorknob turn, and smile as my dad walks in.
“Daddy!” I say a little to excited.
“Hello sweetie, is it pajama day at school?” he replies back, confused.
“No, no, no, your daughter just doesn’t want to smell like dirty socks when she goes to school, because apparently thats the biggest issue in her life,” my mother responds. “How was your business trip?”
“It was okay, Im really tired though, Im gonna go take a nap,” my father says, as he kisses my mom, “Have a good day in school pumpkin”
I roll my eyes even harder, and take a bite out of my banana. I don’t even bother arguing because I know how this will end. I’ll say something rude, and my mom will throw it in my face how my father works so hard for this family, and how we are so ungrateful blah blah blah. How the two topics parallel? I will never know, but my mom is good at twisting the conversation to that.
“Ma, I need you to not burn that candle so early in the morning,” my twin brother Aiydan says waltzing into the kitchen. “The smell really sticks to everything on us, our hair, our bags, our clothes, our body. I just don’t want to drench myself with body spray every morning, the smell from it gives me a headache.”
My mom doesn’t respond back, but looks as if she just did something terrible to him. Thats how it always is. Im the bad guy and my brothers the angel.
“You ready to go doofus,” my brother says to me
“Ive BEEN ready buttface,” I reply back, and then look at my mom whose giving me a dirty look. Aiydan-1, Mia-0.