My Killer Boyfriend

Chapter 1

I wake up to the annoying buzzing of my alarm clock. "Ughhhhhh." Groaning, I punch the off button on my phone and get up for my first day at school. I moved from New York all the way to California. New school, new life. But, as Dad said before he left off somewhere, "New doesn't always mean bad." I walk downstairs to see my little brother Alex and little sister Alice eating breakfast. "Where's Mom?" "I dunno" They both shake their little 4 yr old heads in confusion. They're twins. They do EVERYTHING Alike. My mother walked In with a bag in her hand. Confused I looked up at her and ask what it was for. "New outfit for you to wear on your first day! Yay!" I give her an akward look. Last time my mom picked out my clothes, I was a laughing stock. "Wow thanks Mom. If only Da-" Before I could even finish my sentence she scolded me. I forgot. In this household, my dad may never be mentioned.

"Uh, anyway, whats in the bag?" I tried to shake my mother's scold off of me. She pulled out a red dress that would compliment my black hair but, at the same time, it made me look like a teenage prostitue. I gave her a half smile of akwardness. "Um, Mom. Are you sure this is even appropriate for school?" She just smiled and said "No, but just say you didn't know because it's your first day of school. Go have fun. You're 16." That's when I realized my mom is absolutely insane. But, It would be fun to see all the other sophmore girls give me death glares. So, I'll wear it. Just this once.

I know my dad would be so dissapointed in me if he could see this. He would tell me to be myself. Then again, he isn't here. I put the dress on and found a pair of black heels. They weren't that high which was good. I look like such a slut. My thoughts were taking over my mind. I let my long black hair out and gave myself a check in the mirror. I put on eyeliner for a finishing touch. "I'M READY TO LEAVE" I shout out. I need to go now before I change my mind. I rush downstairs, avoid compliments from my mom, and get in the car. My mom gets in the driver's seat and puts the twins in the back. I sigh and stare out the window. "Whats wrong honey?" She gives me a worried look. She knows exactly why I'm sad.

"Nothing." I avoid telling her so I wouldn't have to mention my dad. Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one who cares. A couple months ago, he left. He never came back. To avoid the grief, my mom decided it would be best if we moved. My siblings don't understand what's going on which is why I can't mention it. Since my mom is still young, I imagine she'll find someone to keep her busy.

As my mom drives, I continue staring out the window. Eventually, we arrive at the school and I get out of the car. "I regret wearing this" I muttered under my breath. I begin to walk away as I hear "YOU LOOK GREAT HONEY I LOVE YOU!" I stop dead at the curb. I seriously consider on giving my mom a quick dirty glance. Instead, I strut my way down the path to school as the girls give me grimy looks and the guys just stare. I keep my head up and enter through the double doors.
Well. This is going to be fun.