Playing The Player

The New Girl.

"Hurry up darling your going to be late for school!" Distantly shouted my father. I didn't even want to call him by that name anymore. He meant nothing to me.

I groaned loudly as I hit the floor after rolling off my bed from the nightmare I awoke to. "Be right down!" I shouted back. Groaning again. What was he doing here? How dare he come back.

I rubbed my dark surrounded eyes and picked on the sleep I had concocted within my short nap.

As usual I had cried myself to sleep, this time not even having a reason. It felt like a daily thing to do at this point.

I stretched for what felt like a while, yawn after yawn took over my wannabe hourglass body.
I bothered to get myself back onto my bed and reached my short arms over to my bedside on the right of me, grabbing my phone and jumping when I saw the time.

"7:48.." Another groan coming from my mouth. The words hardly even forming completely.

This month I'm in Colombia, last month I was in Derby, Kansas. And a few months before that I was in Dallas.

A part of me wanted to go to school to see how many hot boys were there, I became mad at myself for wanting to go, the rest of me dreaded getting out of bed.

I couldn't help it but this place seemed fresh. I mean I sounded crazy saying that this was a 'new fresh start.'

Cringey I know, but it was true. Me and my alcoholic mother had only been here for 2 weeks but I was simply enjoying this new town. It felt.. better here. But then again... Everything would be perfect if my dad weren't here.

Yet one more yawn escaped my mouth as if the universe was chanting "Go back to sleep."

Checking the time again, I read aloud "7:53." My thinking wastes minutes sometimes.

I didn't want to make a bad impression on my first day in a new school. It probably didn't matter anyways considering the fact that we would probably move somewhere different in the matter of not even half a year.

I always gave every new school a chance. A new boyfriend or five every time we moved but never exposing the amount of exes I'd had when arriving to the next school.

You could say I'm a player when I'm only really looking for love. In reality all boys are the same, nude thirsty and virginity vacuums. So why not just give them what they want if I'm only doing the same?

I started sliding on a dirty but nice looking dress from the weekend, combing my brunette hair aggressively after I had adjusted my dress on.

I sat down for a second and thought about the fact that it was going to be useless to make friends this year because it was heartbreaking having to say bye to them all.

Never getting to plan futures with people. Never getting to have the conversations about living and working together with friends. It gained me a lot of followers on Instagram though and I couldn't argue with that.

After putting on a light coverage layer of makeup. Simply being mascara, blush and lipgloss, I ran downstairs to find pancakes sitting on the bench. I was guessing since there was a small paper on top with my name written over it, it was mine. I flipped the paper over to see who made it and not surprising me, it was him, my father.

He was trying to warm up to me so I would allow him back and like him again. He was wrong. He did this every time. I couldn't bear seeing him leave again after putting in love for him.

And I knew my mother would just again, break apart, leave for a few days, come back and drink away the remainders of her feelings.

The pancakes seemed to have taken a long time and I didn't want to be rude so I quickly ate 1, maybe several of them then ran out the door to get to school.
I didn't pack any lunch since I was in a rush. Speed walking, while still chewing I realised I forgot my phone and stupidly went to call my mum to drop it off to me at school. .
I approached the large brick buildings, suddenly getting nervous before walking inside getting catcalls from guys and dirty stares from all the pretty girls chewing gum irritatingly, the chewing triggered me, I prepared my fists for damage but held back and just shot a devilish grin in their direction.

I didn't stop looking at them and should have been looking forward because next thing I knew, I was on the floor after collapsing into something big. I was hoping it was some hot guy with a big chest, huge biceps and marvellous jaw structure, very detailed I know.
But ruining what I was hoping for, I looked up and saw a wall, a big brick wall, not the Dwayne Johnson I was hoping for. I looked behind me again and saw the girls I had death stared, giggling amongst themselves. I became tempered again and strutted over, my head hurting horribly but I didn't care, they were making my head hurt even more. I curled my fingers into my palms and threw punches, people gasping and videoing, cheering. "The. Fuck. Is. So. Funny?" I yelled in between throws.

"Damn, new girl!" Howled the boys across the hall. I turned around quickly and they stopped. I once again should have been looking straight because the girl I had been punching, threw her hands and knocked me out once her friends started joining. I never learn to look straight.
First day gone beautifully.
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