A boy named Blaze

 "Tara!" 

My mom yelled up the stairs for about the fifth time today. "Tara! If you don't get your butt down here, ready for school in the next five minutes, I'm coming up and pulling you out of bed!" I grumbled and curled up in a little ball under the covers. I took what she just said as in I have five minutes to sleep. Not even five minutes later, I could hear my moms footsteps pounding up the old wooden steps to my room. "Tara, what did I say?" she snapped at me when she got up to my room. "If I didn't get my butt downstairs in five minutes that you would come pull me out of bed but it has only been like two minutes." I grumbled, not leaving my comfy little cocoon under my covers. "Tara you need to get up, its your first day of high school." she said sitting on my bed. I sighed and closed my eyes again. Summer went by way too fast. I swear, it was just the day after school ended, me and my best friend Kathy were jumping into the lake off the dock and having fun in the sun. "Tara, are you even listing to me?" she snapped again, tearing me away from the memory of summer. "Yes, mom." I grumbled, trying to sleep and go back to the warm summer day on the beach with Kathy. Back to the beginning of summer, when I could sleep in. "What am I going to do with you?" she sighed and I knew she was shaking her head.

Then she stood up and grabbed my covers and yanked them off me. "Hey," I snapped grabbing my sheet and pulling it over my half naked body. "Downstairs in five minutes." my mom warned as she walked down the stairs and closed the door behind her. I growled, threw my sheet off my bed and walked over to my mirror. 'Ugh.' I thought to myself.  I had forgotten to take off my make-up from last night and big smudges of black encircled around my eyes. Now I have to take a shower. Sigh, school sucks. I hate school so much, the boys are fun though. I really shouldn't have gone to that last day of summer party last night, I'm kinda hungover. School to me, is just another reason for my mom to wonder what she did wrong to raise such a failure as me. She never said that, but she doesn't need to, her look and tone of voice says it all. She never loved me like she loved my sister. My sister Kim was perfect except for the fact that she died last year at the young age of 20. I didn't know her as well as I wish I did but it was still hard. She lived with my dad and my mom sometimes, but I only saw her once a month at most. I miss her still and wish I could be more like her, but I just cant. She never drank, always did her homework and she got straight A's in school; I could never compare to her perfection.. The only thing that I had that Kim didn't was I was more attractive She was well.. I hate to say it, but she was plain. She was of normal weight, slightly small breasts, hair of a dull, pale blonde, almost grey color and light grey, blue eyes. She was still beautiful and lots of guys liked her because she was so nice. Kim never partied but instead stayed home and studied, yet even though she wasn't the most popular, she still had lots of great friends and she had a boyfriend who loved her and would stay with her. 

I love to play with boys, party and drink. I get the worst grades and I love to wear revealing clothes. I'm everything my sister wasn't, but hell, I'm me and that's all I ever want to be. "I'm taking a shower!" I yelled down the stairs to my mother and walked into the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the closet on my way in. I turned on the hot water and let it rush over my sore body. I scrubbed off the left over make-up from the night before and made an attempt to clear my slightly bloodshot eyes. After about ten minutes, I reluctantly turned off the hot water and stepped out, wrapping my body in the large fluffy towel I had picked up. I got to my room and got out my lacy black bra and matching thong and slipped them on. I then walked over to my mirror, 'damn I was hot.' I thought to myself. I had bright emerald green eyes, long, straight brown hair which I loved to curl and play with. I had a flat stomach with abs, but not a six-pack and killer legs. I always had a tan, even in the winter. Thought not too tan as to make it look fake, just a slight color. Then there were the things men love the most about me; I had nice breasts, big; I was a D cup and it was all natural, no fake implants on this body! Then of course my ass; firm, sexy; guys love me.

I slid on a pair of jeans that hugged my ass and thighs. As well as a tight purple v-neck shirt that was pretty low cut as to show off my cleavage. If I was going to go to this hell hole, that adults called school, I was going to do my damndest look my best. I put on my make-up and went downstairs. "That is not appropriate for a sixteen year old!" my mother yelled and tried to push me back up the stairs into my bedroom. "First you want me out of my bedroom and now you are trying to pull me back in!" I said, not allowing her to push me upstairs.

"Luckily, I knew you would try to wear something like that and I bought something for you." my mother said, flat out ignoring every word I said. "This is like all my clothes Mom. What do you mean 'something like that.'." I yelled at her. "I'll just go get it." she started but I grabbed her shoulder, cutting her off. "Mom I'm not wearing some stupid dress or whatever you want me to wear to school. This is what Im wearing, its what I always wear," I said as she looked at me like I was mad. She just started off towards her bedroom again. "Mom!" I yelled, "I'm not going to school if you make me wear the stupid outfit that you got me." She turned and sighed, "At least put on a sweater." I knew I had won, and I smirked, running upstair to grab my leather jacket.

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Okay, hey guys its me, sorry about the short chapters I promise I will make the next one longer!!! I will try to update asap!!!! Sorry guys about the spelling and grammar I fail at those sometimes and my friend and trusty story-fixer-uper is  not here at fhe momment!! I tried to read it and fixs lots a possiable!! I just wanna say that this story is for Racingheart of Sofia, who is another person who writes stories on here and made me wanna write this book!!!! Promise to update soon

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