Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
My life is currently becoming like the movie Groundhog's Day. Every dreaded moment of a teenage girl's life is occurring on a daily basis for me. There is never anything exciting or juicy to talk about, really, no conversation at all. Actually, Groundhog's Day don't even begin to describe it... It's more like a reoccurring nightmare that a person never seems to be able to prevent, or wake up from once it begins.
I come from the most successful and richest family in Carverville, Delaware. We live in a three story Colonial style house in the suburbs.
My father, Bradley T. Parker (that's how introduces himself to people), is a lawyer that represents big time celebrities during their not-so-glamorous times. He travels a lot for his job so he's rarely ever home.
My mother, Regina, is a “stay-at-home”, notice that was in quotation marks. She thinks since my dad is big time that she has to shop and have the most elaborate and expensive items in our home. That also goes for her appearance. She has bleach-blonde hair that is chopped off at her shoulders with side bangs and she dresses like a twenty year old. In my opinion, she just looks plain ole trashy.
The worst part is she makes you call her by her name instead of “Mom”, like a normal person. It's like she's too proud to say she has kids. She makes me feel like I am some sort of competition to her.
Speaking of children, there are only two of us. There is my older sister, Vanessa and obviously myself. She's twenty-two, still lives at home and my parents think the world of her. Ugh! According to them, she's the perfect child and I should look to her as an example....I think not! Vanessa was the popular girl all through school that every girl wanted to be and every guy wanted to date. Which I don't see why because she's literally the spawn of Satan. She also participated in every school event and was the captain of the cheer-leading team. Not to mention, she was the Valedictorian of her graduating class with a perfect 4.0 G.P.A. Honestly, in my opinion, nobody is that perfect. I know things about her that my parents don't even know about. She made promise not tell. Let's just say, she is not the good girl Mommy and Daddy believe she is.
Dad and Regina never acknowledge a single thing I do. They automatically tell me what I'm doing wrong and how I need to start making an example of myself like Vanessa. I make straight-A's, I'm the star player of the volleyball team, and I'm in all of the academic school events. If you don't call that impressive, what is? That's only the beginning of the story, too. Even though the events in my life feel as if they are repeating themselves, they're actually not. They're heading at a rapid downward spiral. If I don't get out of this rut, I will surely and most definitely go insane!
THUMP...
THUMP... THUMP...
THUMP... THUMP...
That's what I hear as someone knocks on my door. “You don't have to beat my door to a pulp!” I say slightly annoyed. “I'm not!” I hear a very aggravated person scream. Next thing I know Vanessa barges in my door with a sour look on her already sour face. “Hurry up! I'm ready to go. I've got to pick up Zach and drop you off at school. Mom and dad just informed me that your car's in the shop and I'm the designated driver for the week. I'm fed up and already running late, so come on!”
Oh. My. God. It's already 7:30 and I'm still in my Spongebob Squarepants pajamas! Nobody is late on the first day of high school, especially if your Arnold Carver Prep. It's the best private school in the state. I became so tangled up in my complicated web of thoughts that I lost track of time. I hurry up and put on the best pair of jeans I can find, my new pastel green three quarter sleeve top, and my new penny-loafers. I cram my school supplies, blackberry, and iPod in my backpack and scram out the door. The perfect way to start one of the most important day's of my already pathetic life! And to make even worse I have to put up with Vanessa for the remaining of the week.
My name is Chelsea Nicole Parker and I hate to admit it, but my nightmare has begun....
