It was the first day of school at Brooklyn High school and at some ungodly hour, my cold-blooded step brother,Alex,came pounding on my closet door, saying,”Gracie, wake up, it’s time for school!” My real name is Grayson Swift, but he likes to call me Gracie, especially in front of other people. As I got out of bed, I realized I had no nice clothes to wear. All I had was a couple pairs of old jeans, hand-me-down tees, an ugly sweater, and the clothes I had from my Mom and Dad. Those were a black long-sleeve T-shirt, of the Miami Heats ,of course, white nike shorts, and nike socks. I decided on these. As I got down stairs, I could already hear Alex complaining about his breakfast.
“BLUEBERRY PANCAKES”, Alex cried,” I Hate Blueberries!” as he
“BLUEBERRY PANCAKES”, Alex cried,” I Hate Blueberries!” as he