Valerie Miller is excited for her senior year in high school. She had never made any friends before. She never found it strange as she thought friends were useless and they are going to leave your side at some point.
That was until she met a boy nam...
"Valeriieeeee" i heard Stacy calling my name from downstairs. Stacy was my mom. She had me when she was just 16.
Honestly i was quite jealous of her, im not going to lie. She had this beautiful long red hair like the fire attracting all the men around her, even the ones i was interested in.
Her blue eyes like the ocean, perfectly shaped body who made all men drool. Just everything about her made me jealous yet happy.
My biological dad left my mom when he found out my mom was pregnant. He said he didn't want to be a part of it. "Well you are a part of it. We both are" my mom cried.
"Well i don't want to be a part of it. Leave me alone and don't ever try to contact me" my dad snapped at my mom.
My mom never told me his name and seeing how my mom struggled talking about my father, i respected her decision and didn't throw a fit about it.
Today was the first day of school as a senior. I sighed as i rolled out of bed. "Was i ready for this?" I asked myself in front of the mirror. "Valeriiieee get down here quickly young lady or i'll come up there and drag you downstairs" my mom yelled.
"Yes mother" i replied while rolling my eyes. "Don't you roll your eyes at me young lady" my mom said while raising her voice slightly. "Oh yeahh? Or what?" I replied. "Or i'll make sure that eye get stuck back there" my mom replied while chuckling a bit.
"Weren't you excited for your first day of school as a senior? Why are you being lazy all of a sudden?" My mom asked.
I don't know. "Why am i not excited for my senior year? I've looked forward to it since i was in my freshman year. What is happening to me?" I asked myself.
"I don't know i'm probably tired from staying up all night" i lied. " Well what did i tell you about staying up all night on a school night?" My mom asked.
"Here" my mom said while giving me a plate with pancakes and a blueberry muffin."Make sure you eat all of it. I don't want you to faint on your first day of school" my mom said while drinking her coffee.
"Can i have some?" I asked seeing the coffee in her hands. "I don't know, can you?" my mom replied raising one of her eyebrow.
"Give me that" i said while trying to grab the cup of coffee. "Nope. I know how you get when you drink coffee." my mom replied.
"And how exactly do i get when i drink coffee?" i asked my mom raising one of my eyebrow. "Well you can't seem to leave the bathroom alone. Constantly running to the bathroom non-stop" my mom teased.
"Mooommm" i yelled feeling embarrassed. "What did i tell you about calling me Mom? You know i hate being called that. It makes me feel older than i actually am. And im only 33" my mom replied.
"Yeah well i have to get ready for school" i barely managed to tell her with my mouth full of the blueberry muffin i just devoured.
I rushed upstairs hopping in the shower. As soon as the warm water hit my skin, i immediately felt relaxed.
I threw on a blue jean and a pink long sleeved top, and sprinted downstairs to wear my shoes. "Be careful with those stairs." Mom said while washing the dishes without even looking at me.
"Omg Valerie, what in the actual hell are you wearing?" My mom said turning around. "Uh why. Is it too much?" I asked in frustration as i was already late for school.
"No. Its too little. You can't be going to school looking like that. Go throw on a crop top with a denim skirt. Make their jaw drop when you walk in the hallway. And girl please do something nice to that hair. Curl it or straighten it. You decide. And put some some make up as well while you are at it. Make them stop and stare. Show them the bad bitch that you are" my mom said encouraging me.
"But Mooomm. I don't have time for that. I'm late for school. I will miss the bus" i whined.
"So what. I'll drive you to school. Now get your booty upstairs and go change" my mom replied raising her voice slightly but not in an angry way.
I went upstairs and stood in front of my closet. There was so much clothes in front of me yet it felt like i didn't have any. I searched for a crop top and a denim skirt just like Stacy told me to. I found a black crop top with a quote that said "stare at my tits bitches" and wore a denim skirt that was halfway up my thigh. I drew a winged eyeliner, added some blush to my cheeks and put some pink blush on my lips. I then wore a black chunky lace up heel ankle boots.
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I then curled my hair and sprinted downstairs. "Carefull with those stairs" mom said while washing the dishes without looking at me.
"Wow. That's my bitch" Stacy said while her jaw dropped. "Yeah well now i'm late for school. Hurry up and drive me there" i replied. "Jesus Christ, someone's moody today. Let me get my keys and i'll be there in a second" mom replied.
