"HAZEL WAKE UP SWEETHEART!" My mom knocks on my door, I slowly lift my head off my pillow and look at my alarm clock, "5:23 am." I put my face back into my pillow and start to roll over on my back. I guess I didn't realize that I was on the edge of my bed because I ended up rolling off my bed landing on the floor with a thud, hitting my head on my nightstand. "Well damn that sure is one way to get woken up." I mutter, rubbing the bump on my head. I slowly get up from the floor and stagger towards my dresser, I rummage through the top drawer and pull out a recently washed binder, a Black Sabbath shirt, and some ripped up light blue jeans. I change into my clothes and brush my teeth, I look in the mirror to make sure I actually look a little presentable, I contemplated on brush my messy hair.
I look at it, I had cut it last night because I hated my long hair, I didn't feel like me. So I cut it short, not super short, but I did only go past my chin . I groaned realizing I would have to listen to my mom lecture me about it but I didn't give a flying fuck about that bitch. She divorced my dad and forced me to go with her, she wants me to "act like a lady" and like girly things, have long hair, gossip about boys, be friends with girls, find a boyfriend, have kids. I hate most all of those things, I despise wearing pink, I hate having long hair, girls are mean as hell, and boys are pieces of shit. I don't even need a guy in my life, Hell! I don't even need a girl in my life,*I'm fine on my own, plus I've never really ever had any friends. Well, I better start heading downstairs so I don't have to be lectured as long.
I head down the carpeted staircase to my mom making breakfast in the kitchen (well no shit where else would she be making it? The bathroom?) my mom hears me entering the kitchen and turns around with a smile on here face, she looks me up and down as her expression quickly changes from shock, disgust, to fuming. "HAZEL JOYCE HARTMAN. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR HAIR?!" she screamed at me I flinched at the sudden noise. "I fixed it" I stated sitting down at the table, "FIXED IT!? IF ANYTHING YOU RUINED IT! YOU LOOK LIKE A BOY!" she yelled, fuming with anger. "And?" I say, staring straight into her eyes, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'AND'?! YOU NEED TO LOOK LIKE A GIRL IF YOU WANT TO GET A BOYFRIEND!" that caused me to snap, I stood up from my chair so quick that the chair fell behind me, I slammed my hand the table. "I DON'T NEED A FUCKING BOYFRIEND! ITS NOT THE FUCKING 1700'S, IM NOT JUST GONNA MARRY SOME RANDOM GUY WHO WILL PROBABLY TREAT ME LIKE FUCKING SHIT!" I yelled, looking straight at the lady " DON'T YOURSELF DARE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT! I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT YOUR NOT GAY. YOUR JUST CONFUSED! I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T ACT LIKE A NORMAL GIRL SOON IM GONNA-" I hear a noise outside, it's probably the bus. I sigh and grab my bag as I walk towards the door. "Where do you think you're going young lady?" my mom sneered at me, crossing her arms. " I'm going to school, the bus is here if you couldn't hear it, oh right! You were too busy screaming at your kid for trying to be comfortable!" I sneered back, with a sarcastic grin on my face. She just glares at me as I open the front door walking out, making sure to slam it on my way out. I sigh walking to the bus, I climb into the large vehicle and sit in an empty seat. What a great start to the day right? I sigh once more as I look out the dirty, finger print-covered window.(Sam: the hell? Is this a god damn kindergarten bus??)I pull out my phone and text something to my mom;
Mom
Rowan:
I'm staying at dads this week
Mom
Fine
Mom
I'm sorry for raising my voice at you hazel.
Rowan
Yeah sure.
I turned off my phone and went back to looking out the window, the Sun had started to rise causing the sky to be orange and purple, with a few star still in sight. I quickly took a picture of the beautiful sky painted with colors.
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My day may not have started great, but at least the sky makes it a little bit better. I clutch my lucky necklace in my hand, my dad gave it to me before mom took custody of me. he probably got it as a prize at like a fair or something but I didn't care, all that matters is that he cares about my feelings. I put my phone in my dark red backpack and sit in my seat, waiting to get of and get this day over with .
