Breaking Free

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I pulled my champagne red Mercedes Benz swiftly into the school parking lot.

Everyone turned heads, watching as I parked in the principal’s reserved spot—not giving a shit about the rules.

All boys stopped what they were doing to admire not only my car, but also my rockin body.

The girls on the other hand scowled their death glairs of jealousy at me.

The sun flashed its bright beams of light against my shiny car—blinding most people watching. Yet no one could look away.

I slowly got out of the car, revealing my scarlet-red stilettos first. Making sure to give a good show, I flashed my tanned, sexy legs off.

My volumized hair bounced up and down on my shoulders as I strode down the cement walkway.

I knew people were watching me, and I couldn’t have been happier about it. In fact, I felt like a movie star walking down the red carpet.

Just then, Carter Mazon, the second most hottest/popular kid in school stepped in my walking path.

“Hey babe.” He said.

And before I could even react, he grabbed my slender waist and pulled me into the juiciest kiss I have ever had. Actually, it was the only kiss I has ever had—argo the juiciest.

Wait a second, he wasn’t just kissing me now…

HE WAS SLOBERING ALL OVER MY FACE!!?

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“Beep…Beep…Beep”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I awoke to find my dog laying on top of me, slobbering all over my face.

Yay life!

Still, as much fun as that wasn’t, I couldn’t help but smile at my dream.

I mean, come on! I was making out with CARTER FREAKIN MAZON!!!!!

But yeah, it was just a dream. A dream that losers like me wish would come true.

However, The joy of waking up with a big-ass smile on my face was shortly ruined.

Thanks to my irrepressible dad.

I walked down stairs to get my running spandex out of the laundry room only to find my eccentric father…

Sitting at the kitchen table…

Reading the newspaper…

Wearing nothing but his whity-tighty underwear.

“Dad! What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t just walk around—basically naked—in a house with your teenage daughter roaming about. Do you want me to be scarred for life?”

Without even looking up from his paper he answered, “Oh sweetie. I am sure you will witness much more disturbing things in your lifetime to come.”

Wtf? And my mother wonders why I am so messed up?

Not knowing quite how to respond to that, I made a beeline for the front door.

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I went on my usual morning run expecting it to be just like any other typical day.

Boy, was I wrong.

It started out like a normal weekday morning. I was running on the town trails, like I always have. I was listening to my IPhone, like I always do. And I was the only one on the trails that early in the morning, like I always am.