All Hail The Heart Breaker

Chapter 3; Amanda & Frank

I walked into my room and instantly flopped down onto my bed and shut my eyes for a moment. I really do not want to start all of this school work, how can I procrastinate for a while longer? I open my eyes and look at my computer screen, with Facebook still open from the previous day. I know i have notifications, but for some reason, that just doesn't seem as entertaining as annoying. 

I have never been the typical teenager living in the new millennium, who constantly has their fingers at the keyboard, and their nose in someone else's business. I just can't grasp the concept of spying on other peoples lives for enjoyment, spending hours going threw albums and seeing who is with who, what they are doing and when. It all seems a little silly to me to spend so much time looking at all the fun things other people are doing, when you could be doing something yourself. 

I turn my attention from the computer screen over to my stack of books and papers laying beside it on my desk, and let out a long, deep sigh. I'm not really a bad student, nor am I stupid. I just hate doing science-related things. It has never been my strong point in academics. Normally my report card looks really good, up until you hit science, which on average, I always get a C. Not bad for most kids, but not when you have Darby Tezak as a father. Lets just say, when I got my first C in seventh grade, he made a large illuminated sign that read: "FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION" in large red letters, and stapled it to my bed room wall by my desk. 

"When did you get home?" 

I jump up and look toward the door and see my mother peeking her head in and smiling, obvieously its funny that she scared me half to death.

"Just a bit ago." I reply, as I lay my head back on my pillow and shut my eyes. 

"Oh, well then.. do you want to do anything? We haven't watched any Netflix lately you know." She says, her voice hopeful. Guilt strikes me then. I would love to sit down and watch sappy movies with my mum all day like we used to, believe me, I would. But school really is first priority right now, and she'll understand that. I stretch out my arm and pat my stack of homework.

"See this? This is what high school gives students to ensure misery 7 days a week. It's also their way of tearing mothers from their daughters. You should really have a talk with them, I mean, thats assuming you want to keep you're only daughter." I say sarcasticly. 

"HA-HA Tyler. It's also their way of preparing you for the REAL world." She rolls her eyes and smiles before closing my bed room door. I reach over and grab my heavy text book and open it to my bookmark. This will be a long night.

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7:15; As i'm brushing my teeth while scanning my eyes for bags since I'm exhusted from last nights homework, I hear my phone vibrate. I finish up and go to my bed and flip open my phone still on the charger.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Breakfast?" I hear Amanda ask, she's still asleep, I can tell.

"Alright, Where?"

"Uhh.." She groans. Yep, she's still sleeping.

"How about the diner?" I ask, trying to wrap this conversation up so I can finish getting ready. 

"As Usual" She replies before I hear the phone disconnect. 

I throw my phone back on the bed and walk to my mirror, and scan for any flaws. Everything seems perfect. I've always been the type of girl that thinks apperience means nearly everything. Most girls take good care of their apperience because they need a new boy-toy, or it'll make them 'popular' or whatever else. But, the way i see it, If you don't look good, then people don't respect you; thats how things are in high school anyway, and even though 'popularity' isn't important to me, doesn't mean I don't want respect.