Though I don't feel too excited about my senior year, the first day gets here quickly. I wonder if because I'm not eager that's why it arrived so quickly. Before I know it Alexandria has returned home and I am waking up at the ungodly hour of 6:45am in order to prepare myself for the last day of my first day of high school.

Harriet, being the only helpful one of my sisters, taps quietly on the door while asking, "Noah…Noah, are you up?"

I groan in response. She laughs from the other side and continues, "I have to head out for classes but I made some bacon. Make sure to eat a piece or two even if you aren't that hungry, ok? Have a good first day, love you."

"Mm, love you too," I call after her. "Be careful on the way to school."

"I will, I will." Shortly after, I hear the front door opening and closing signaling Harriet has left. Riley and Robin are surely still asleep seeing as they don't have classes until around 9, lucky bastards.

I rise from my bed with no desire to get to school. It's the first day and I'm already considering skipping. Sluggishly, I make my way to the bathroom where I relieve myself before attempting to put on deodorant, brush my teeth and fix my hair at the same time. It proves impossible and I end up having to grab the sink in order to keep myself from falling over. Groaning, I spit out the toothpaste and wash my mouth out then return to my room to sniff at my clothes until I find some that don’t reek of B.O. I end up changing into a pair of loose fitting jeans and a red plaid shirt.

I look into the bathroom one last time to examine my unruly dirty blonde locks framing my face that seem to be sticking out at every odd angle. I run my fingers through the thick brush only to get them stuck in a knot. I curse beneath my breath and desperately tug until my hand is free. Damn, my hair is thick. With one last ruffle of my hair I head down stairs with my mostly empty backpack. I say mostly because there’s a notebook and a pen in there that I’m pretty sure mom snuck in cause, otherwise, it would be empty.

As Harriet said, there is a plate of bacon waiting for me. I make myself some toast to go along with it and pour myself a glass of milk. I eat my breakfast with leisure seeing as I got ready fairly quickly considering it's my first day. Even after I finish, I have time so I don't rush the fifteen-minute bike ride to school. Once there, I make my way to my first class, which I am actually not dreading seeing as I share it with...

"Junior, Gavin, hey guys, what's up!" I call, seeing the two boys already having found a place for us to sit. Finally some guy time. Being stuck at home with all my sisters for the last week—because apparently leaving was unacceptable since Alexandria hasn't come to visit in about three months—was maddening. A guy can only handle so many crazy sisters for so long!

Junior has been my best friend since diapers. Our dads played football together in college and both were dating their current wives during their college years. When the four of them found out they would be having boys at the same time they were thrilled. Junior and I were always together when we were younger and our friendship has lasted all the way until now.

Junior is the lazy type. He is rarely seen in anything other than sweats or basketball shorts along with a loose fitting tee. His hair is always a curly mess atop his head that he never attempts to tame. He gets by fine in school with minimal effort. He hates things that involve too much energy and rather spend his days cooped up in his room playing video games than anything else. We're both terrible at sports, which our dads were sad about in the beginning seeing as they both are such avid sportsmen. However, we keep out of trouble, preferring to hang out with one another rather than get into any kind of trouble. They seem pretty happy about that!

"Don't look so chipper this early. Seeing it is exhausting," Junior grunts, sending me a half assed glare. He's even too lazy to glare at me. If that doesn't explain how lazy the guy is I don't know what will. I roll my eyes at the boy who, somehow, gets exhausted watching other people exert themselves.

"I'm not being chipper. You're just always glum," I reply, tugging at his hair that has grown past his shoulders. "When are you going to cut this shit? You look like a girl."

Junior shrugs. "Going to the hair dresser is a hassle."

"Everything is a hassle to you," Gavin chimes in with a toothy grin, catching my attention as I turn to face the boy whose mischievous hazel eyes glisten with amusement. I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back a smile.