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BEEP BEEP BEEP.

My alarm screams at me to wake up.

6:30 AM.

My eyes still closed. Ah yes, today is the day I must go to Saturday school. being a menace to society is rampant in my blood, and my parents seem to HATE that.

I mean, it's not like I meant to throw the rock that would end up destroying my old chemistry teacher's window and some of her beakers and vials and whatever nerd shit she had in her room at the time of the accident, but it happened. I was pretty surprised, considering that the windows looked pretty sturdy. I was expecting a crack, maybe, but for the whole window and other shit to break? definitely not.

So as any unfortunate student, I got caught. By the coach who did cocaine in the girls locker room, no less. That same day, I was issued Saturday school. Normally, an offense like this would get your ass off the graduation list, but school was coming to a rapid end, and they did not want to have to deal with me, ever again, so... Saturday school it was.

I sit up and put on a song from my whore playlist. Talking Body by To Love plays as I walk into the bathroom and take a shower.

I shout the chorus as the borderline-cold water hits my body. Cold water is best for your hair, or so I'm told. Ever since I heard that, I just started showering in low temp water. Dont know if its true or not.

Anyways, after getting out, I dry my hair and brush my teeth. The other inhabitants, AKA my parents, where probably up. Their beer bottles overflow outside their room, you could see it from the bathrooms hallway, but that's their thing.

I make my way to my room, AKA where the magic happens. Being the IT girl is hard, especially since I don't know how i wanna dress today. Despite being a 90's-00's girl at heart, something about the mid-to-late 2000's trashiness calls to me.

So I change the pop playlist to my hot girl playlist. I Luv Your Girl by The-Dream starts playin' so I take it as a sign for how I should dress.

I start with the pants. I only got like three pairs, so I choose my most worn jeans that are rough on the part that meets my heels. Next is the top, and after a good two minutes of debating, I pull a semi-see-through cropped wifebeater on with a denim-ish coverup.

My parents are whispering,

"We can't, anymore. I can't anymore."

"She's my daughter. I... I can't do this to her."

"You can't keep living like this anymore."

I wave my hand and turn up my iPod.

The wifebeater stretches across my boobs in a way that shows the girls off... maybe I should get my nipples pierced. 

I put my hoops on and put my spares around my wrists and let them fall like bangles- oh shit, my nails need some serious care, how could I slip up with them?

Let me be the first to tell you, I'm fine as hell. All I gotta do is my hair-

BANG. "XOCHITL! GET UP AND GET READY." My stepdad yells from the other end.

"I am up!" I shout back, going to my mirror to put some mascara on.

I check the time; 7:15, I was good, why was he trippin'?

"He's coming, let's clean up."

Who? Family? Not sure, but it's weird that someone's coming when I'm about to go to school.

I put my hair in a messy ponytail using a clip instead of a hairtie. Hair ties give me migraines and make my head sore. I throw on my shoes and some lipgloss. I grab my backpack and decent down the stairs. Before I could reach the end, I stop in my tracks. The man in my living room was definitely not family.