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~*Chapter one
My life sucks. That’s it. No sprinkles or sugar frosting to sweeten it up for you. My life was just a pile of crap, rolling and rolling, collecting more crap. Everything that seemed like it would turn out good, turned out wrong. I had no hopes, but I had a dream. My dream was to climb the biggest rock out in the deserted desert. Why the tallest? I believe the tallest rock would get me closer to heaven. I heard from very religious people that heaven was the best place on earth. I don’t believe in God, but I do believe in heaven. Is that even possible? My name is nothing special. My name is so country I gag at the call of my name. My name is Annie, it’s so plain. It doesn’t explain me at all, aren’t names suppose to do that? My mom never gave a damn about me anyways. She’s a stuck up. She worries only but herself, looking at the mirror every second adjusting her hair. Let’s explain it this way: she popped the baby right out, called her Annie and grabbed the nearest mirror making sure her hair is still in place. Then asked the doctor, “So . . . is my v****a still attractive or does it look all stretched up now?” Don’t get me started on my dad. He’s a drunk, a drunken cop. He comes home laughing then starts fighting with my mom. I have a planned schedule: 1. Come home from school and do homework. 2. Eat dinner before everyone else does. 3. Take a quick shower after dinner. 4. Lock my door when it starts to get dark. 5. Go to bed and cover your ears. That was my schedule. When I was little it was much complicated for me. When I ate with my mom, she didn’t dare touch any food on her plate. She never asked me, “how was your day,” all that normal parents crap. When I asked for help on my homework, my mom, yet again said nothing to me. My drunken dad would look at me and say, “why the hell you even do homework, huh? When I was a kid I never did! Try getting in trouble for once in your life! Like other boys!” Sadly my dad didn’t think of me as a girl. He thought of me as a boy. So I became a tomboy, just to catch his attention. If I did something he liked, like get in trouble for some stupid s**t, he would pat my head and say, “Good boy.” I suck at school, I have no friends. I’m alone.
~*~ Beep beep. My annoying clock kept ringing. I smacked it and it eventually shut up. I never woke up to the smell of breakfast. Never got a call downstairs, and never told that I was going to be late for school. I crept to my closet. If a preppie girl stepped foot in my crappy closet, she would probably throw everything out. It was all blue jeans and grey sweatshirts. It was so bland, so boring. I put on my clothes, grabbed my things, grabbed my keys, put on my shoes and walked out the door. I don’t eat breakfast. Yea, OK, give me the breakfast is the most important meal of the day s**t. I heard it so many times; I don’t give a damn now. I’m healthy. I think. My retarded truck roared slowly to life. I sat back and sighed. I looked at my digital watch, beeping on and off on my car. “Damn, I’m gonna be late again.” I said to myself. Well another detention won’t hurt, right? As I reached the parking lot at school, I parked my piece of junk not caring to lock my car. Who would steal that piece of s**t anyways? I never locked it in my life and no one cared to steal it; there are only feminine products, likes pads and tampons, condoms to. Hey? My father always told me to be prepared. I went to my locker, and grabbed my books and headed to my first class. I never knew what class I was in because I never paid attention. I sat at the end of the whole class in a corner where you’ll just be invisible. Away from the teachers’ sight, though, this desk was crap. It had gum stuck underneath it, and had carvings that said, Jeff hearts Lonnie. What the ********? Lonnie? Anyways once the teacher walked into the room, a tall boy walked behind him. Red hair with pale skin, it was so white you could see his pink cheeks flushed from the cold wind. If you lift up his sleeve you could probably see the blood veins on his wrists. He didn’t look real at all. “This is a new student, class. His name Rodney, I want you to treat him like you’ll treat yourself. That means be nice everybody, OK!” are teacher said. What you want, his name? Well I forgot. When he wants to treat others like ourselves, with ‘respect’, I treat myself like s**t so I’ll give him a greeting gift. “Take any seat Rodney, make yourself comfortable.” The teacher looked away and started to write something on the board. Rodney, his eye’s searching for an empty seat. s**t. No one sat by me, so of course it was empty! His eyes caught my eyes, and he smiled. They weren’t the whitest things in the world, but they were perfectly straight. It seemed like he was walking straight at me, but then he turned to the left and sat to the desk next to me. “Hey, The names Rodney.” He slurred. Was he drunk or something? He smelled like cigarettes the aroma surrounding me. “No s**t.” I snapped. What did he think of me? A retard? He laughs. Lifting his hands in defense. “Well sorry, kitty. Geez, it didn’t seem like you were paying attention at all when I came in.” he smiled again. Kitty? Did he just call me kitty? “My names not kitty a*****e. Who the hell do you think you are?” He was ruining my life. My routine. No one talked to me, so I basically forgot how to talk to other people. “Woah, we ran into a girl on her period today!” Everyone’s heads turned and looked at me. They’re glaring, some girls giggling and whispering. I sunk lower in my seat and d**k here noticed and laughed under his breath. “So you’re the outcast everyone makes fun of, huh? What’s your name cutie.” He winked at me. Tapping his fingers against his desk, I blushed. “M-my name is Annie.” I whispered. He leaned in close to my face; I could smell his smoky breath. “Well then Annie, pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Then he suddenly pulled back and faced towards the front of the classroom. Figuring out where everyone was in their texts book. Not me, I just stared at him. His eyes caught mine at the corner of his eyes. He would just smile, turn away and laugh.
NinteyDegrees_South · Sat Aug 02, 2008 @ 09:37am · 1 Comments |
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