There he is—the man of my dreams. Everyone went away as I started heading down the aisle, leaving only the two of us. I can't believe I'll soon become Mrs. R-

~BEEPPP BEEPPP!~

Fuck me.

This obnoxious clock disrupted my lovely dream about me and Enzo. I was walking down the aisle with our 15 children behind me.

What? My dreams are enormous.

I used my hand to knock the nasty monster off the nightstand and onto the floor, and I heard a loud crash that forced me to open my exhausted eyelids. The first thing I noticed was an alarm clock shattered into pieces on the ground. Oops?

That's what you get for not letting me continue my trek down the aisle to marry my ideal boyfriend. Couldn't wait to say my I DO.

I yawned and wiped my eyes, still feeling exhausted. My joy faded when I realized that I had school today. Ew!

I dreaded going to school.

Well, not really. I simply despise the children that attend there, especially since he and that bitch Chelsea will be there; she loves to test my patience, and he makes my life at school a living nightmare. Even though I continue to receive A's, I can no longer concentrate on academics.

They say that when someone bullies you, it is because they are envious of you or like you, but I don't believe that. What's there to enjoy, anyway?

I am in my senior year and am 18 years old. I have blue eyes like my mother and dark brown hair, and I'm 5'5. I also have curves that I don't want to exhibit anymore because of him. He blamed it on the fact that I have attractive curves. Is it truly my fault that I was born with curves, though?

Remembering that encounter with him made my eyes moist, but I blinked them away. This is not the time for it.

Thank goodness this will be my final year at that Godforsaken school. I couldn't face another year at that oppressive institution; the only people I tolerated were Jessica Collins and Allison Grey, my two wonderful closest friends.

I really adore them; they are just the greatest. I had another popular best friend, but things went awry, and our friendship dissolved. I'll get back to it shortly.

I live with my lovely mother and my 16-year-old younger brother; our father abandoned us when he discovered my mother was pregnant with my brother. Like, who does that? According to him, he just recognized that he did not want any children and that they were too lot to cope with.

Guess what, sperm donor? If you didn't want any children, you should have wrapped it before tapping it.

Only the Lord knows how much I despise that man.

He is dead to me.

Not that we care about him since our mother is just the finest; she works as a nurse and occasionally has late-night shifts, but she never lets that stop her from spending time with us.

She's the finest.

Now that I'm getting ready for school, everyone knows how much I enjoy jogging. I have a whole wardrobe full of them in every color and design; to be honest, they're simply too comfy. I intend to wear one of my jogging suits today.

When I was finished, I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail and applied light makeup that included moisturizer, concealer, powder foundation, blush, mascara, and lip gloss.

I took my suitcase and phone and headed downstairs to wait for my brother while I started cooking our meal, which included pancakes and eggs. We don't have a car yet, but Jessie always picks us up on her way to school.

I soon heard my brother coming down the stairs with his suitcase in his hands, yelling my name and looking like someone was following him with a knife. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or go with him, so I simply stood there like a statue, blinking as I watched him.

To be honest, I adore my brother, but he can be quite obnoxious at times, like if he swallowed a radio or something. He talks about so many things that don't make sense that your ears will hurt; don't think I'm exaggerating because it's true.

Apart from not keeping his mouth shut, he's quite overprotective of me. We also go to the same school but in separate years, and he only has one buddy, Lilly. I haven't met her yet, but he speaks about her nonstop.

Between you and me, I bet he likes her more than a buddy but won't confess it.

Yet.

"Bri I thought you left me." He pouted at me, and I turned around to take in his appearance. He wore black trousers, a white shirt, and white Nike shoes, and his blond hair was gelled back, looking cute with his two dimples showing when he smiled.

Eww! Now I see why girls adore him.

I hoped I had dimples, too.

I am a sucker for dimples.

"Now why would I leave my walking radio?" I offered to give him his meal, and he grabbed it instantly, devouring it without leaving any crumbs. I'm not shocked; he eats like a cow.

"MOM, BRIELLE IS BEING MEAN TO ME." He called out to Mom, who was upstairs, just as I slapped him on the back of the head. Oh, did I mention he is a mama's boy? no? "Brielle Alana Reid, please stop being mean to your brother." My mother scolds me as she walks into the kitchen; she is a lovely lady with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Everyone claims I'm her twin.

However, my brother, the unfortunate guy, has the hair color of our sperm donor and gray eyes.

"Sorry, Mom." I told her that as she turned her back, I saw Luke stretching his tongue out at me; I wanted to take it out of his lips, but instead, I mouthed 'Devil' to him.

When I noticed Jessie had texted that she was outside, I proceeded to get my luggage.

"Mom we're leaving now, enjoy your day love you." I kissed her on the forehead and left the room, while Luke also said goodbye.

"Bye my babies, love you both." She yelled as we ran out of the home.

"You too, mom." We said as we walked out. After locking the door, we noticed Jessie's car waiting for us; perhaps school won't be such a pain in the ass this time. Right?

I hope so.