Splat. Splat. Splat.
I felt drops of water hitting my cheek as I woke up.
Splat. There it was again. Was my roof leaking?
I rolled onto my back and looked up to find Raven, my best friend, hunched over the side of my bed getting ready to launch another spit bomb at me.
"Don't do it," I whispered, my eyes half closed waiting for spit to drench my face once more.
Rave raised an eyebrow and ogled her hazel eyes crazily at me.
"Please," my voice croaked as it reached below a whisper.
"Fine," she said sucking back her spit, "You're late. Again"
"And you're early," I said, returning her glare, "Again"
Raven and I have walked to school together every day since grade nine when she finally switched over from her catholic school to a public. Raven loathed every second she had to spend in a school uniform. The nuns had to measure her skirt each day and lower it because Raven wore it so high. As far as I'm concerned, she was doing it purposely just to piss the nuns off. Apparently there is nothing funnier then a pissed off nun.
More often then not, I over slept and made us late to first period. A few detentions later, Raven decided to start coming over earlier, guessing on the likely prediction that I was still asleep. Which, more often then not, I was.
"Why are you here so early?" I asked glancing at my alarm clock on my nightstand, "Its quarter to eight, usually you don't get here until eight."
"We have to make a pit stop at your Gram's house," Raven drawled out slowly as she sat down at my desk, "We are bringing her cookies."
"Cookies?" I looked questionably at her as I rolled out of bed.
"Yeah huh," She said flipping through the papers on my desk.
The idea of my mom making cookies was very unlikely. I don't think I have ever even seen my mom touch the oven in our kitchen. When she does cook, the food is burnt to a crisp, so she doesn't bother. Cooking was my dad's area of expertise.
Raven shrugged her shoulders "I think Carley asked for them," she said as I contemplated over what to wear. Green T-Shirt or the light blue shirt with three quarter length sleeves?
Carley is my younger sister. She just turned thirteen last month and thinks that the world revolves around her. At just thirteen, with her blonde hair, blue eyes, and that annoyingly bubbly personality that just seems to go with it, she has had more boyfriends then me, at seventeen. This isn't hard to beat since I have never had one. Except for that guy named Dallas in grade four, but he turned out to be pretty weird so I deny it whenever it gets brought up. Being the youngest child, she gets everything, but I never thought I would live to see the day my mom made cookies for her.
"If you say so," I said heading into the bathroom connected to my room with the light blue shirt and started changing.
"Did you finish your French essay, Al?"
"Yeah, it should be on the desk there if you want to read over it for me." I said as I pulled my shirt over my head and began brushing my teeth.
I heard papers being shuffled around as Raven looked for my essay.
"It's not here."
"What do you mean it's not there?" I gurgled, my mouth full of toothpaste.
"Alexa," Raven sighed, "I mean it's not here like, not here, not here"
I spat the toothpaste out. "It should be. I printed –" I saw my mouth drop in the mirror. "Shit! I forgot to print it off my computer last night! Raven, turn my computer on."
I quickly brushed my black hair up into a high ponytail and raced into my room.
Raven looked up guiltily, "It's not turning on."
"What do you mean it's not turning on?"
"I mean it's not turning on!" Raven said frustratingly, "Would you stop doing that!"
"Sorry," I swatted her hand away from the on button and pushed it. Nothing happened.
"Are you kidding me?" I said, pushing the button again.
"Al, we have to go, we are going to be late!" Raven picked up her backpack from where she dropped it when she came in.
"Ugh" I growled at both the computer and Raven. I tried pressing the button one more time. That French essay was worth half my grade and if Mme. Frillose didn't get it today….
I looked up helplessly at Raven who stood tapping her foot impatiently at my door.
"You had Mme. Frillose last semester, what did she do if you didn't hand in your work on time?"
"Detention for a month," she said rolling her eyes and then stormed out of my room, "Now lets go!"
I sighed and grabbed my backpack off the back of my chair and followed Raven down to the kitchen. Raven was lucky enough to have been able to zip through the kitchen before anyone saw, but my mom caught me as soon as I walked into the room. My parents always love to stop and chat. Plus, I'm a heavy walker, which kind of gives me away. You can always hear me coming- it kind of sucks when you are trying to sneak up on someone or in my case, sneak away.
"Good morning Alexa," Mom said cheerily as she kissed the top of my head. When she saw that my face looked as if it were about to blow a gasket she took a step back from me. "What happened now?"
"My computer is broken and my French essay that's on it is due today," I grumbled while scanning the kitchen for the mysterious cookies, which she apparently made. I heard my stomach grumble. Since, I am late again, I get no breakfast, again.
"Alright," she said, giving me an apologetic smile. Her light brown hair, which had been swept up into a bun, was starting to fall out leaving little wisps of hair framing her heart shaped face, " You go on to Grams and I'll see what I can do, okay?"
"Okay," I sighed. Mom gave my shoulder a squeeze as she passed.
"And you might want get a move on before Raven hoovers back all the cookies." She added, winking over her shoulder at me, "I put a couple extra on for you girls."
"Did you make them?" I called out to her, as I slipped my shoes on.
"God no!" Her voice came from my bedroom laughing as if I had just said the unimaginable, "I bought them at the grocery store yesterday. Don't tell your sister!"
I laughed as I shut the front door behind me.