The orange bedsheets covered my body. I opened my eyes to find a face beaming down on me. I immediately went red.

'What the-' I started but she just laughed at me. 

'You look so funny when you sleep.' My little sister Claire told me. I rolled my eyes back at her and got out of my bed.

'Can't I even get privacy when I sleep?' I angrily asked her. Her golden curls whipped around as she started to run out of my bedroom, knowing what I would do to her if she was to stay.

I grasped my black knotted hair and sighed. I slowly walked out of the door, black bags surrounding my eyes. 

'Jack?' My mums voice came into my ear and I itched it nervously.

'Yeah mum!' I yelled back. 

'Are you dressed?' My mum asked. It was a weekend, was she mad?

'Why would I? It's a Saturday!' I yelled back. I could hear the chuckle of her voice.

'Well we're going out and you're coming with us!' Her soft voice sharply told me.

I rolled my eyes back. 'I'm fourteen! I'm allowed to stay-', she always won anyway so I slowly stopped speaking and went to my bedroom.

I got out my blue crinkled jeans and pulled them up my bare legs. I then got out my plain black top and pulled that over my head. I checked my phone for messages.

34 new messages it read. I had way too many friends- I thought as I read through my messages.