Not Your Type

Chapter 1: Morning

I awaken from my deep coma like sleep feeling groggy and light headed. A stream of sunshine lays on both of my eyes as they start to focus, I slowly rise up and stretch my legs begining to make my treacherous journy towards the door. Mornings were not usually my cup of tea; especially on week days.Going to school is just like going to my own personal hell, actually I'd much rather prefer going to hell and hang with the devil himself then go to the worst possible thing to ever come in existence.

Maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit but you can't blame a girl.

Just as I was about to get up my bedroom door slams open, all I see are pig tails charging at me

My little 12 year old sister Becca was probably the worse thing to ever come out of my mom. She's like a mini crack head except cocaine she doses on pixie sticks. I told mom not to give pop tarts for breakfast, not like she listens to me.

"Becca get the fuck off me!" I yell
Her little feet kicking my face.

"Ooooooooo sissy said a bad worrrrd!!!" she screams hoping my mother hears.

"I will use my entire vocabulary of bad words if you don't get the hell off of me." I say while pushing her off my body. I wasn't planning on getting sparkles and boogers on my face today.

After getting off she tip toes towards the door, doing her little ballet moves. As she gets to the entrance of the door she spins around and sticks her tongue out at me.

"Mom says you better go down for breakfast or your not eating for a year," she says.

"First I know she didn't say that and second I just got up like 3 minutes ago tell her to calm down," I yawn. "Okay I'll tell her that you said you hate her." My sister grins after running away from the door frame.

You know, my mom keeps saying if I'm going to be sexually active that I should always use condoms. Obviously she didn't go by that rule after having me.

I get off the bed and check my face in the mirror. My hair looks like a bees nest as always but now I have smudges of glitter and I don't know what on my face. I grab a baby wipe from my dresser and rub my face clean of Becca's facial attack.

As I walk down the stairs the smell of bacon attacks my nose, sending my mouth into a drooling frenzy. When I turn the corner a gusher hits me on the cheek. I narrow my eyes at the only suspect and scowl.

My sister is sitting with a mountain of fruit roll ups and gushers on the table in front of her. She starts giggling uncontrollably as if my angry face is the best thing since Barbie.

"Rebecca! Stop throwing those things or I won't give you anymore to take to school," my mother yells. She wore her Kiss the chef apron that I despised oh so much along with the freaky pyramid up do she was trying to work. "I don't get why you keep giving her those cavity infested things" I remark after plopping down on a chair. "All the chemicals and artificial flavors they put in them that's gotta have a bad effect."

She gave me an exhausted look.

The bags under her eyes makes her look like she just got off a life long addiction of heroin.

"Honey, I'm tired of fighting with her in the morning. She won't eat anything I make her unless it's covered in sugar and whip cream."

"Oh I can make her eat, give me a strip of bacon an a fork I'll pry that tiny little mouth of hers right open." I begin to reach towards the fork next to me.

"Noooo!! Mommy don't let her do it! She'll rip all my teeth out and make a bracket outta them!" my sister death screamed after hiding behind her chair.

"Why would I wear teeth braclet's when teeth necklaces are so in right now." I grin and watch the little abomination sqirm.

"Okay that's enough, let your sister eat Laci." mom says in her strict no bullsh*t voice.

I get up and walk to the counter and snatch a couple pieces of bacon.

Mom was actually a pretty decent cook. Sure some nights she would turn the lasagna into a goopy vomit looking mess but its better then getting fast food all the time. She tries so I don't give her much heart ache about it, after dad died in the car accident. He was going to work and the roads were really icy, a simi truck ended up colliding head on into my dad's car. I was about 5 when it happened, I don't remember much but I recall my mother getting a phone call and the look of pure terror on her face sticks in my memory. She was depressed for the longest time. All she would do was stay in her room and cry, I know cause I was the one bringing food to her and forcing her to eat since she was pregnant with my sister. By that time I had to grow up real quick, and for those 8 years I tried being the perfect daughter. When she was weak I was her rock.

I still held a grudge on her sometimes for practically taking my childhood away. In fact, she turned into the child more or less.

Checking the clock I realized I had 20 minutes till school started.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!!

I run like a mad woman to my room and put on a black V neck shirt and my black skinny jeans.

"Bye mom I gotta go love you!"

I rush out the door without waiting for a response.

I unlock my rusty old pick up tuch and hop in the front seat. After two years mom finally let me drive dad's car. Because of the impact of the simi it completely crushed the whole front of the car. Our insurance was able to cover for a complete rebuild of the truck. Even after we got the car back she would never go in it, like it would bring back to many painful memories.

I put the keys in the ignition and start the car up. 'I love the smell of car exhaust in the morning.'

I checked both of my mirrors to see if anyone was coming; when I thought it was safe I backed out.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a black mustang speeding out of the street corner, luckily I managed to jam on the breaks just in time.

Are you shitting me?

They must have been going at least 70 through here.

I shake my head and continue to back out. Some people are just so f*cking inconsiderate, if I didn't see them whiping through the corner I'm almost positive they would have hit me.

Screw them, I'm going to be late for class yet again.

I turn on the radio and blast 22 by Taylor Swift and start singing my little pop star heart out.

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