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So... I decided to make [yet another] remake of Open Book, seeing how the other three times I tried to write it failed. I'd like honest opinions, but not harsh comments, please? Criticism is always welcome. There's going to be more than this... I just can't be bothered to write more right now.
I lay half awake on the bed, wishing that I had never woken in the first place. It was only seven in the morning, and on the weekend, too. I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face in my pillow. The quiet tapping sounds of raindrops on my window seemed a thousand times louder due to the silence of the house. Typical Canadian spring weather. I rolled around on my bed a few times before falling onto the floor with a loud bang. Dammit. I just hope that nobody was awake to hear that. I sat up and looked around my room. A small twin bed in one corner, a closet in another, various posters covering my green wall... the usual. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. The face I seen staring back at me was the pale, green-eyed, orange-haired Clarice that I had seen so many times before in my life.
It was then I realised that somebody was awake, as I heard footsteps running towards my room. When a familiar blond male appeared in my doorway, I instantly recognised him as my older brother, Nelson. Stupid Nelson. I thought I had told him to not panic whenever the slightest thing happened to me. Before he could ask the obvious question, I told him "I'm fine. Now leave me alone and stop worrying."
Obviously, he payed no attention to me. "What happened, Clarice?" he asked, a little too concerned. With me being the fourteen year old little sister, and him being the seventeen year old older brother, he always felt the need to look after me. "Are you hurt? Why are you awake this early?" Of course, since I always sleep in, he'd have to ask me why I was awake. I wasn't in the mood for his stupid overreactions, and right then, I just wanted to punch him in the face.
"I already said I'm fine! Leave me the hell alone!" I flopped down on the floor and sighed as I looked up at my ceiling. Did I really want to fight with him this early in the morning? "I'm hungry. Make me breakfast." I said using my whining tone of voice. Of course, I didn't want to make it myself like I usually do. Since he had annoyed me this early in the morning, I'd consider this mild payback. "I want a bagel. Think you can handle that?"
Nelson stared at me, slightly confused. Although my mood swings were frequent, and he had gotten used to them, he was surprised to see me go from angry to childish this quickly. "You can make it yourself." he simply told me. An expected response.
I stayed on the floor, refusing to move. "Okay, then. I'm just going to lay here, to let me starve to death. That's fine with me."
"Fine, I'll make you breakfast. Just get up off the floor." he told me. I knew he still wasn't willing, but as long as he listened to me and did what he was told, I wouldn't have a problem with it. "You should stop being so demanding, Clarissa."
I sat up and glared at him. He called me that? How many times would I have to tell him not to? "DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I screamed. I hated whenever people called me Clarissa. It was the name on my birth certificate, yes, but that doesn't give people the right to go around calling me that. I didn't care if they started calling me the most ridiculous name ever heard, just as long as I don't get called Clarissa, I'll be happy.
I lay half awake on the bed, wishing that I had never woken in the first place. It was only seven in the morning, and on the weekend, too. I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face in my pillow. The quiet tapping sounds of raindrops on my window seemed a thousand times louder due to the silence of the house. Typical Canadian spring weather. I rolled around on my bed a few times before falling onto the floor with a loud bang. Dammit. I just hope that nobody was awake to hear that. I sat up and looked around my room. A small twin bed in one corner, a closet in another, various posters covering my green wall... the usual. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. The face I seen staring back at me was the pale, green-eyed, orange-haired Clarice that I had seen so many times before in my life.
It was then I realised that somebody was awake, as I heard footsteps running towards my room. When a familiar blond male appeared in my doorway, I instantly recognised him as my older brother, Nelson. Stupid Nelson. I thought I had told him to not panic whenever the slightest thing happened to me. Before he could ask the obvious question, I told him "I'm fine. Now leave me alone and stop worrying."
Obviously, he payed no attention to me. "What happened, Clarice?" he asked, a little too concerned. With me being the fourteen year old little sister, and him being the seventeen year old older brother, he always felt the need to look after me. "Are you hurt? Why are you awake this early?" Of course, since I always sleep in, he'd have to ask me why I was awake. I wasn't in the mood for his stupid overreactions, and right then, I just wanted to punch him in the face.
"I already said I'm fine! Leave me the hell alone!" I flopped down on the floor and sighed as I looked up at my ceiling. Did I really want to fight with him this early in the morning? "I'm hungry. Make me breakfast." I said using my whining tone of voice. Of course, I didn't want to make it myself like I usually do. Since he had annoyed me this early in the morning, I'd consider this mild payback. "I want a bagel. Think you can handle that?"
Nelson stared at me, slightly confused. Although my mood swings were frequent, and he had gotten used to them, he was surprised to see me go from angry to childish this quickly. "You can make it yourself." he simply told me. An expected response.
I stayed on the floor, refusing to move. "Okay, then. I'm just going to lay here, to let me starve to death. That's fine with me."
"Fine, I'll make you breakfast. Just get up off the floor." he told me. I knew he still wasn't willing, but as long as he listened to me and did what he was told, I wouldn't have a problem with it. "You should stop being so demanding, Clarissa."
I sat up and glared at him. He called me that? How many times would I have to tell him not to? "DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I screamed. I hated whenever people called me Clarissa. It was the name on my birth certificate, yes, but that doesn't give people the right to go around calling me that. I didn't care if they started calling me the most ridiculous name ever heard, just as long as I don't get called Clarissa, I'll be happy.
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