Sunflowers

Life Sucks Ass

I stared at the pitcher, waiting for her to pitch the ball. When the ball came from her hand, it was across the plate in a second, and I hit it. It went right between short stop and third base. I hustled to first then turned to second, but didn't run to the bag, due to the second basemen standing right on the baseline with the ball in her glove. I glared hard, then walked back to first. The first base coach ordered me to go at the release of the ball, and I did, sliding into second. I called time, stood, then did the same to third. I slid home and was called safe, causing us to get another point for the team. I grinned and pulled my batting gloves off, then chilled against the fence, cheering my team on.
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We ended up losing, and with that, everyone was in a pissy mood. I sat down in the grass with the rest of the team, and listened to coach talk about how we needed to try harder and want it. It was a rough game, ending us with two and them with three. That was pretty damn good, considering that the team we played was the best in the state. Other teams had to call slaughter rule.

Yeah, we had a pretty badass team.

"See you guys this weekend." Coach dismissed us, all of us going out separate ways. I climbed into my dad's car and and threw my stuff in the trunk. He grinned over at me.

"Good game, kid." He said and I nodded. I looked out of the window as he started to name off things I did wrong. I rolled my eyes.

"I know." I finally cut him off.

"Well, if you know why didn't you change it!" He hollered, causing me to flinch.

"I don't know." I mumbled.

"What! I didn't hear you!" He kept hollering.

"I said I don't know!" I screamed back.

He scoffed. "So fucking ungrateful."

I glared at him through the light coming from the radio. It was dark out, the only light from passing cars and street lamps. And the radio. "How am I ungrateful?" I growled.

He rolled his eyes. "Can't ever fucking appreciate what you have." He growled darkly.

I stared at him. "What are you even talking about!?"

"You need to change. Now. When I was your age, I didn't have what you do."

I gaped at him then screamed; "They didn't exist!"

He rolled his eyes and started mumbling about how I was such an ungrateful asshole. I resisted the urge to reach over and punch him in the face. He always did this. Acted like he was the shit and tried to control everything. And I was one person that refused to be controlled, so we always butted heads on that. I was too much like my mom.

They divorced when I was around two or three. She didn't want me as a kid, and tried to put me on all kinds of anger management pills, and cried about how much she couldn't stand me. When I was around eleven or twelve, I went to go live with her, due to my dad going to jail, and it wasn't pretty. We always got in fights and I screamed at her for hours. I even locked her out of my room one day and she beat on it for hours and I kept screaming that I hated her.

Then one year, I was so bad she chased me around the house with a broom, trying to hit me, and I called the cops on her. They didn't even do anything.

Then when I was around thirteen, I went back to live with my dad, and over that summer, she moved to Florida, so I literally couldn't see her anymore. Although we weren't the greatest people together, I missed her. I still do. We had a great bond when we weren't fighting.
Anyway. My life story goes on, but that it'll be for another time. We pulled up to the house and I climbed out. It was actually a one story on a hill surrounded my trees, and my annoying step great grandparents next door, at the bottom of the hill. We lived on a small street, only about ten or twelve houses on it, but they were spread out and filled with old people. I literally had no friends that lived near me. Unless I wanted to drive to them. But, I didn't want to do that.

I threw my bag into the closet and pulled off my sweaty and dirty jersey, threw it in the hamper, then pulled the rest of my clothes off. I walked to the bathroom attached to my room and only mine. I turned the shower on and waited for it to get hot. I looked at myself in the mirror as I listened to my step mom hacking like a fucking retard in the living room. She refused to go the doctor, because she didn't like them. We all knew it was because she smoked like a fucking hooker, but so did my dad, just not as bad. They smoked outside of course. I didn't like my step mom one bit. She always complained about not having any money, when she spent all of it on cigarettes and make up. She refused to get a job, then wondered why she was fat. All she did was sit on the couch and got on Facebook. My dad was the hard worker in the house. He had a bad back, but he worked on Tuesdays and Thursdays for a guy who paid him about $280 an hour under the table. He usually worked for about eight to nine hours. It was a lot, but like I said, my fat step mom spent it on worthless shit. She even bought one of those tummy tuck things, and wears it every where. It hasn't worked at all. And then she walks. Once a year. Around a track for five minutes, then says her asthma is acting up, so she sits on her fat ass, then goes home. And gets on Facebook. ALL DAY.

I pushed all of my family problems away and took a peaceful shower. When I was done and dressed, I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I didn't even have a good phone. I had a trac phone, you know, the ones you get in the mail for free? Yeah. It sucked.

I pulled my hair back into a messy bun and leaned forward, petting my cat, Peanut on the head as she was curled on top of my Christmas penguin blanket. She purred, then went back to sleep. I sighed and looked at the posters splayed across my walls. I was turning my Xbox on when my dad screamed it was bed time. I looked over at my alarm clock. It was eleven o' clock.. And Saturday.

I screamed back, but turned my Xbox off anyway. I stayed up for thirty more minutes, before he screamed for me to hurry up. I rolled my eyes, gave them kisses on their cheeks, then walked back to my room and laid in my bed, turning my fan on, cranking the radio up, turning my light off, and letting Peanut fall asleep on my stomach.
Yeah, life sucks ass.
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Hey Hey Hey!!!!
Thanks for reading, and the pic to the side is what Kacie looks like. (Cara Devalinge)
Uuuuhhhh, next chapter will have a picture of Danny... And if you read my other story "Him"... My pictures wouldn't upload for some reason.... But, it's whatever.. ✌🏼️
Have a wonderful day...
Peace out cheeseburgers. ✌🏼️🍔🍔🍔🍔