The punk and the jerk

Chapter 2

I wake up to find Carrie jumping up and down on my bed, happy as Larry. I've never understood that saying, I mean, why not 'happy as Dave'? But anyway, my sister, full of beans, decides it would be a good idea to take of my duvet. Not. A. Good. Idea. I scream at the top of my lungs, it's way too early for this and I am not a morning person.

I pull back my curtains, revealing the beautiful bright sun, not a cloud in sight. If pigs could fly. We're in miserable old England, so let's be realistic. The sky is covered in a blanket of murky grey clouds. Gail force winds strong enough to blow my sisters beloved cat Godfrey off to Oz are blowing around and rain is pouring down non-stop. Oh what a beautiful morning (note the sarcasm) .

I go for a shower, get changed for school and help Carrie get into her uniform. I do her little tie up for her and tie her lace up, kiddies size 8 for her. I brush her hair into two, neat little pigtails for her and take her hand, leading her downstairs. She places her dainty little feet onto my own doc martin clad ones and I cover her eyes with my hands before we both waddle into the kitchen. This is the norm for us, a part of our daily routine. I cover her eyes to preserve her innocence and stop her from seeing the innappropriate activities of our supposed 'guardians' or parents. This morning we walk into the kitchen and they're making out on the kitchen surface. I quickly scan around the room and thankfully it appears that they are both fully clothed and presentable. I cough and they reluctantly pull apart, my mum smooths down her top and Gavin smooths down his ruffled, messy hair.

I walk past them, not looking at them or adressing their presence, I just go to the fridge and get out the milk, plonking it on the table. I get out Carrie's favourite cereal and pull up a chair next to her. I make her a bowl of coco pops before making one for myself too. We sit in silence while Mum and Gavin drink their tea. Anyone else would probably find it weird that I call my dad by his name, but that's the thing. He isn't my dad. He's Carrie's but not mine, just as my mum isn't Carrie's biological mother.

My mum got knocked up at 15 after an unprotected, drunken one night stand and she hasn't heard anything of my dad since. Not that I mind, I don't need a father, in fact I don't need any parents, all they do is hold me back anyway. Then, 9 years later, mum and Gavin met and got together. My mum said she was 'in love' after a week of meeting him, I thought she would get over Gavin like another one of her flings, but I was wrong. Since then, they completely forgot about their children. They're care free and nothing holds them back. They act like a pair of teenagers in love, then they're at each others throats when one or the other cheats on them, but the offender will always come running back and begging for forgiveness. And so continues this evil cycle.

Meanwhile, I get on with reality, I'm the one that has to put food on the table by working four part time jobs, I have to look after Carrie like a mother, I'm holding whatever this sorry excuse for a family is together. And that's the way it will always be.
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After I've dropped Carrie off at her school, I walk to my own hell hole. When I get there, I head to the locker room to grab the books I need for my lessons today. I reach my locker and open it to find myself splattered with cream. A prank. Mature. Real. Mature.

I hear Satan herself shriek in laughter, before I see her approaching me with her slut squad.
"Did you have a little accident Darcey?" She asks trying to pull off an innocent face, pah as if, she hasn't been innocent since the moment her mum popped out the baby which was this slag.

I don't reply, I just give her a cold, fierce look. It intimidates her and I know it, her and her gang take a small step backwards. But Grace isn't that willing to back down and show that she's scared of me. She looks at the inside of the door of my locker.
She smirks, "Ew are those the disgusting emo bands you fangirl over?" She laughs, her gang joining in.