"Since you've been gone, I can't breathe for the first time," the alarm rang.
Jocelyn groaned and reached out a sleepy hand and hit snooze. "Hate that song," she muttered.
Ten minutes later.... "I want your lovin and I want your revenge..." She groaned and did the same as last time, except using more colorful words.
Four minutes later.... "So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever...."
She sat up and grabbed her phone, "Hello?" she answered while rubbing her sleepy grey eyes.
"Good morning, Starshine!" said her favorite voice in the world.
"The earth says 'Hello'."
"Did I wake you up?"
"Aw, I'm sorry. Well, not really. If you are asleep, how are you going to get to school to come see me?"
She chuckled, "I'm up, now."
"Okay, see ya soon, babe."
"Bye." She hung up, smiling. She got up, got dressed in her jeans and favorite shirt, brushed her perfect teeth, and fixed her curly dark hair. She walked out of her room and into the kitchen.
"She lives!" gasps her older brother, Jake.
"Luke called, didn't he?" asked her oldest brother, John.
"I just missed you guys so much," she joked. "Nice bed head, Jakey-poo."
He pushed down is flyaway black hair. "Better than John's," he mumbled.
"My hair is to short."
"It is," Jocelyn laughed. "Okay, well, I better go. Bye boys." She walked out the door with a piece of toast. She walked to the bus stop, and got onto the bus she had ridden since she was in third grade. She thought by the time she was seventeen she would have a car to drive, but that hadn't happened yet.
She felt someone sit next to her and put their arm around her. "Hey girl," said her best friend for years.
"Morgan!" she laughed and hugged her.
"Nothing new since I called you last night."
"Interesting." Morgan was two years younger than Jocelyn, but mature for her age. She had bright red hair, deep green eyes, and an Irish accent that was sometimes hard to understand.
"Not really. So what about you?" This is how Jocelyn's morning was spent almost everyday. The rest of it was normal, too.
Once the last bell rand and she was at her locker, Luke found her. Luke was a year older than her. He was eighteen. He had shaggy blond hair and light green eyes, "Hey, Jojo," he said smiling.
"So, what are you doing tonight?"
"Well, I think you have something to do now."
She smiled, "Okay, what time?"
"Six thirty," he said and kissed her quickly. "See you soon."
She waved as he ran off and walked home happily.