Chapter One

Mondays are mean to crush people. You're just like "Hey ...I'm happy (: " Life and Monday "Lol, one sec." See my logic? Mondays are demonic, satan-spewed things. And they really, really,really suck.

So anyway I'm Remy (Rim-ee), nice to meet you. Yes that girl looking like a crack addict is me, I'm not a morning person at all.

Maybe if I doze of a little bit...

"REMY MY BREAKFAST BETTER BE READY!"

Thanks Shane. I've been up all night studying, do I get a break? No of course not. Because I made the stupid bet and now I had to reap what I sowed.

I jerked the chocolate chip Eggo-waffles out, slapped them out a plate, set out some butter and some syrup and decided he'd have to suck it up if it wasn't good enough for him.

Shane Markins, the prick you just heard, is my host family's son over here in the Good old USA and sadly I'm stuck with him for two years if not longer. I'm Australian, Ya know like the crocdile hunter was? Atleast I think he was An Aussie...

I didn't bother opening my eyes when came stomping down the stairs, I knew what he was wearing since I'd run it threw the washer and Dryer the night before.

Ripped jeans that weren't clingy but fit snugly fit him, checkered Polo button up (I Ironed it), and probable his timberlands.

"You look like shit," Shane announced as he plopped down at the table.

I cracked my eyes open and sighed, "Behold, the product of an All nighter and being your Bet-Slave."

Shane smirked, his handsome face looking a tad bit sheepish, " I got a little carried away-"

I cut him off with a snort, "You made me where a Card-board sign that said 'Shane's Slave', Carried away hardly describes it."

He pursed his lips and stretched his long legs out across the mable-tiling of the kitchen floor, " You made the bet," Shane said munching happily on his Waffles.

I sighed and shoved my short hair out of my face like me it seemed lifeless today.

"I'm never betting on another American Sport again," I informed him as I ravaged the refrigerator for a red bull, "You probably knew the Pit-Bulls were going to lose."

Shane snorted and said out of a waffle-filled mouth, "Bull-Dogs, and No, I was supporting my Home-team!"

"The Packets Right?"

Shane flicked me off and I took a long swig of my red-bull, "How impolite of you Shane!"

He shrugged and pointed his fork at me, "Shut Up Slave."

I jerked my chin up and glared down in his pretty eyes, and I realized I felt even uglier because he looked so hot and noncholant at the same time.

I ran a hand through my hair and decided that A. I could look sexy in sweats B. That just because Shane always looked perfect didn't mean he could judge me.

I fumbled around in my purse for my Rectangle Shaped Mirror, then I applied some concealer onto the bags under my eyes, added a little mascara to my already sooty eyelashes and applied a little lip-gloss. Amazing what make-up could do, Right?

I brushed My hair out and used my fingers to coax my hair to spike around my face like it normally did, my amercanized Hair Cut was something I liked about myself.

My hair went just below my ears (if I failed to mention that) and the tips were died a blue-ish purple, and it fell in thick loopy curls that refused to be straightened out.

"Ready to go?"

I raised my eyebrows and slid my book bag over my shoulders, "As I'll ever be."

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An. If You liked Review (: If not...Stop read it then, Yeah? Good to knwo your options! Anyway I've been up all night and it's currently 11:32 AM, meaning I'm about to die. So if you want a second chapter (whic I'll probably end up posting even if you don't do what I want) I want altleast 5-10 Reviews. Too Much to ask? I think not :P

-Danie