Chapter 1

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I got up out of bed to the sound of my annoying, beaping alarm.
I started hitting it and it wouldn't stop until I took it up and threw it on the ground.
"Ariel baby! Come on, You're gonna be late!"
My mom shouted out.
"Calm down crazy lady; I'll be down in a sec."
As I started to rush to my bathroom, I heard my mom shout out again: "Cindy! I'm getting tired of waking you up every morning! Get up now!"
I then hear Cindy's room door slam shut very loudly as my mom exited her room.
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As soon as a took a shower, brushed my teeth, got dressed etc. I went downstairs to eat my breakfast. "Mom share my breakfast for me", I said hurriedly. "Sure!", She replied. She then placed two blueberry pancakes and some strips of bacon on a flat plate and told me to eat fast. As my mother made her way over to the fridge to pour out some orange juice for me, Cindy walked in the kitchen, "Good morning mother and Ariel", "Your breakfast is in the pot and the juice is in the fridge when you need it." My mom said in a harsh and serious tone without even looking at her. She then came up to me and wished me a good day at school and kissed me on the cheek then made her way out of the kitchen.

By just looking at Cindy I could tell that she's sick of being treated so harsh by mom but at the same time I couldn't care less about how she feels because I always get what I want from mother.
After breakfast, I grabbed my car keys and headed out the front door to go to school.
About 7-10 minutes later, I parked my BMW x4 in the school parking lot, got out the car and went through the school front door.

Cindy's P.O.V.
I'm on my way walking to school, tons of questions going through my mind.......
•Why does my mother treat me so harsh and not Ariel?
•Why is Ariel the only one with a car?
•I'm the older daughter, why am I treated like the younger?
A huge weight of sadness comes and I feel my eyes get watery then a tear runs down my face. Quickly I wiped it knowing that I would ruin my mascara.
I then see my mom's BMW Convertible drives past me as if she's on her way to work. My mother didn't even blow me. I feel so hated by her.
Before I knew it, I'm finally at school. The bell rang about 5 minutes ago so I went to my locker, got out my apron and hat because I have a Home Economics practical right now.
I then closed my locker and started walking down the hallway making my way to the Home Ec. Lab.

Ariel's P.O.V.
My friend, Maleeka and I are now heading to the geography department for class. We both walked pass Cindy in the hallway with her apron on. "Why does she look so sad? Is she ok?", Maleeka asks, "She seems fine to me", I replied to Maleeka. She quickly and curiously snirjs back at me saying: "Come on Ariel she's walking with her arms folded and her head down!"
I complety forgot that Maleeka was talking as I saw my 2 other friends, Kennicia and Shatici coming out through the door of the Geography class. Maleeka and I stopped at called them quietly, "Where do you two think you're going?" Maleeka asked.
"Christian and Andre are waiting for us behind the school to....you know...." Kennicia answered, Shatici started rushing Preddie because she was getting impatient to go have sex with Christian-Jordain.
"Uum guys I don't think this is a good idea", Maleeka said worriedly. I then said to her: "Maleeka this is none of your business. Just leave it to the 3 of us."Maleeka then asked me if I'm going with them and I said yes. Maleeka said she's not ready for these stuff so she won't come with me, Shatici and Kennicia. "Ok looser!" Shatici said to Maleeka then said: "Let's go!"
The 3 of us ran off heading to the back of the school leaving Maleeka going into Geography class.

Cindy's P.O.V
Our practical was about snacks for this term so my class got into groups of 5 and each group had to bake Rock Buns to get a grade. The group I was in only had my close friends and I so I wasn't feeling down like how I was this morning.
About what seems like 17 minutes later, we began our practical by washing up the plates and other necessary tools.
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