"Denica!" My dad calls. What is it now? It's probably to drive Russel to school, or to take Milkdud , our golden retriever, on a walk. I throw my covers off and jump out of bed. I open my door and go down the stairs. I wish I could just go back to bed. I step off the last step and I lose my balance. Typical Monday. Geez, my butt really hurts. I get up and walk through our dining room. Russel is at the table eating a bowl of cereal.
"Morning Denica!"
"Morning little bro." I say as I pass by. Honestly, I really couldn't ask for a better brother. We have always been pretty close. Especially after when mom and dad got divorced. When they were screaming at each other, Russel would always knock on my door and we would hang out in my room. As I walk in the kitchen, dad is flipping his deformed pancakes.
"You called?"
"Oh yeah, you have a doctors appointment today at 4," dad says.
"Oh, ok." I didn't know there was anything wrong with me. I feel perfectly fine.
"Can you take Milkdud out?"
"Sure" I reply. I do this every morning. I'm still in my pjs and I only have a half hour to get ready for school.
"Hey, dad.... can Russel take him? I really have to get ready for school."
"Ok" dad said.
I walk out of the smoky kitchen.
"Russel, you need to take Milkdud on a walk."
Russel finishes his spoonful of apple jacks. "Ok" he replies.
I walk back up the stairs and into my room. What do you know? My favorite song is playing on the radio. I always leave my stereo on. I can't sleep without it. I open my huge French closet doors. What should I wear today? Today I feel lazy, so I'll just wear my black sweats And my blue fly t-shirt. My neon skater shoes look pretty comfy too. I usually dress to my mood. After I change, I walk to the bathroom. I look in the mirror my eyes look tired. My Long curly black hair is all poofy. I'll just put it up in a bun today. I run my red brush through my hair. I bunch all my hair up in a high bun. I grab my makeup box and pull out my eye liner. I run it over my lids and underneath my eyes. I then put on my Chapstick. I don't like lipgloss because its really sticky. I put my stuff back in the box and store it underneath the sink. I look at myself in the mirror. Everyone always says I'm beautiful. I can't disagree. But I can't get a boyfriend. I can get guy friends, just not lovers. I don't mind living the single life anyways. There is more to life than boys. My phone is beeping. I got a new text. It's from my girl best friend Alli.
"Meet me at my locker as soon as you get here!"
This must be really important if Alli wants to meet at her locker. I put my phone back in my pocket. I have ten minutes to get to school. I walk back in my room and grab my backpack. I rush down the stairs. I run through the kitchen and through the front door. I didnt even get breakfast. I run to my black Lexus. I got it for my sixteenth birthday. My grandparents got it for me. They said that this year's present will be even better. I can't find my keys. This is how it is every Monday. There they are. I start the car and drive off .
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Here I am. Cambridge high school. I pull in the busy parking lot. So many cliques getting the latest gossip, couples holding hands and walking in the school. I get my backpack and walk out of the car. Everyone always stares at me. I walk through the doors. There was a huge line of people who were ordering breakfast. The smell of cinnamon rolls fills my nostrils. It's smells pretty good, even for cafeteria food. My stomach growls. I only have two bucks and the cinnamon rolls are three. Oh well, lunch is only four hours away.
"Yo, Denica," shouts Taylor.
His long blonde flippy hair is as messy as usual. He is really cute, but he's not my type.
"Taylor" I say.
He walks over to me and gives me knuckles.
"What's up?"
"Nothing much, just really tired."
"Oh, someone stayed up really late last night playing black ops."
" So what if I did?" I like playing games like black ops and mine craft.
"This just means your a loser who has no life." He laughs jokingly.
"Oh haha, at least I don't stay up all night texting Rachel saying 'I love you sooo much, I would steal skittles for you'." I laugh.
Taylor laughs.
"At least I'm in a relationship."
"That's just because you are lucky that one person actually really wants to put up with you."
"At least I have one person." He smiles. I roll my eyes. I always get teased for being single.
"We'll I'll see ya in acting, Alli wants me to see her at her locker."
"Ok." Taylor replied.
I walk up the stairs. I walk past the library, I need to turn in my book back in. I guess I can do that later. I walk through the hallway and into the locker hall. The freshmen who think they rule the school walk through our hallway. I find it very annoying. There's Alli with her short blonde hair and her skinny jeans. She's texting someone.
"Hey." I say.
"Hey." She replies. She doesn't even look away from her phone.
"So what's up?" I ask.
She looks at me with a straight face. This isn't very good.
"Randy hit me again last night."
I swear I'm gonna kill this guy. He has been abusing her for a year now. She always tries to leave, but he always acts sweet to get her back and after a couple weeks, it's back to beatings. This always makes me mad because not only is he hurting my best friend, there is nothing I can do about it. She can't even tell her parents because they won't care.
"Oh, Alli..." I say. I really wish I could do something.
"Can I stay with you guys for awhile?" She asks.
"Of course." I say. My dad won't care and She'll be safe.
"Ok, I'll go and pick up my stuff and I' ll be there."
"Ok, I have a doctor's appointment at four."
"Oh, something's wrong with little miss sleep insomniac."
We both laugh.
"I'm actually just suffering from math exhaustion and laziness."
The bell rings. Time to go to math. The perfect way to start my day.
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I walk into Mr. Wilcox's math class. I HATE THIS ENTIRE CLASS! I walk to my desk which is in the back in the left corner. Everyone stares just like usual. "Hey Denica," Justin and Gavyn called.
"Hey guys" I say while putting my bag on my desk. Mr. Wilcox looked at me. He was passing out yesterday's quizzes. He stopped in front of me. "Someone needs to start tutoring." he says. I know I don't need tutoring because I understand math very good, but Wilcox hates me as much as I hate him. He slams the quiz on my desk. Everyone was throwing sympathetic looks at me. Justin and Gavyn lookeed at each other and me. I am about ready to run out of this room and cry.
The bell rings. My torture is done. I walk in the hallway full of passing teens. Cathy, Mackenna, Kenzie and Cash wave at me. I smile and wave back. Then Kaymen purposely bumps into me and says "I'm so sorry". Cody and I laugh. "How was math?'' Kaymen asked.
" Horrible as usual." I reply.
" I'm telling you, kaymen, we have to beat Wilcox" Cody says jokingly. That would be nice. I love these guys. Ashlee then steals them away and hugs me. Just then, Jacob walks by.... He is really tall and skinny, brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and confident. "Hey Denica."
Authors Note:
i will continue the story after I get five reads. til then, to be contiued...
