Living L.A.

Chapter 2

The evening went terrible, I spent a perfect afternoon argueing with my dad like I'm his wife, the same old arguement where I say ' take her to a hospital' and he says ' she doesn't need it', I can't take his cheap ass.

He left two hours later, leaving twenty dollars on the table but no hug nor kiss, it didn't bother me though, I had better things to do than to show 'affection' to my sorry excuse for a father.

I woke up to the deafening sound of my alarm clock, I slowly turned on my side, seeing that my clock read 6:30 am, I wasn't in a hurry. After showering,I went to go check Mom. Poor thing was curled up on the carpeted floor, fast asleep.

Still in my bath robe and a damp towel wrapped around my hair, went downstairs to the kitchen, which still was a mees from the fire the day before, I got a cup of orange juice and looked out the stained kitchen window, I blushed to myself when I saw Freddy ride by with his tricycle.

He is only five years old, and basically flirts with any girl who gives him a chance, I used to go over to his house to help out his mom ever since his dad died in a car crash, but in his little, twisted mind he thinks that we are 'dating'.

" Hey babe, I like your purple towel!" he shouted across the street, he then quickly ran over the front yard, abondoning his tricycle in the road. " You look very pweety today, my love!" he said, trying to reach the window by standing on his tippy toes.

I gave him a little smile, " Hi Freddy, looks like you've grown an inch the last time I saw you, you workin' out tough guy? "

He smiles and giggles a little bit as I tickle him under his chin, " Just for you my love!" and with that, he is on his way back home, I love our little flirting sessions in the morning, it's not weird, I'm just helping him build his reputation at school. Freddy's in kindergarten and he has a highschool girlfriend, I think he has a good thing going on. I glance at the Hello Kitty clock right above the fridge, I growled under my breath, time to go to hell.

School, or as I like to call it, the burning pit of lost souls that are forced to learn. Don't think I hate school, I don't, I just hate the people who go there and they hate me, it's a working relationship.

In thirty minutes I got myself ready and took the bus to school, tediously counting every second we get closer to school and I say to myself 'Welcome to Streamlake High ( a.k.a HELL!!)' I walk through the parking lot and the torment has already started with my arch enemy, Francine Mayweather. "

"Oh how lovely, the living godzilla, take off the mask honey, it's not Halloween!" I kept on walking, talking just makes it worse.

" She can't help it Franny, she looks like that all year round!" I turned around only to see that the whole team was gathered together, there was Bree and Britney, Francine's slaves.

" Go stuff crap down each other's throats for Pete's sake." I whispered to myself, Francine whipped her long brown hair, approaching me.

" Listen Elise-"

" It's Esther."