Chapter 1: End of a peaceful break
Chapter ONE
A loud groan escaped my mouth when my alarm screamed at me like a banshee.
"Ugh, shut up!" I mumbled into my pillow.
Oh, for a world without evil Mondays! Who the hell even saw teens enjoying life and decided that getting educated was necessary?
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to drift back to dreamland when the demonic noise started again.
Without thinking, I grabbed the screaming monster from my nightstand and hurled it across the room with the force of a professional baseball pitcher.
The satisfying CRASH made me smile. Until I heard a very familiar, very angry scream.
"OLIVER WINTERS! Did you just throw your alarm clock at me?!"
Oh crap. Mom.
Sleep vanished from my eyes faster than a vampire at sunrise. I could practically see it sprinting away on swaying legs, abandoning me to face the wrath of Hurricane Mom.
I shot up in bed like a rocket, plastering on my most angelic, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth expression.
Her eyes were narrowed into deadly slits, her mouth twisted into a line that could cut glass. I knew I was about to get the lecture of the century. If this wasn’t a Monday morning, she’d probably go on until Christmas about all my "character flaws."