I am not EVIL, I just lost control

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

I'm dancing, I'm dancing and I'm not tripping or falling. The hugeroom is dark with only the spotlight on me and a tall guy, the only thing I know is that he's tall and mescaline. I can't see his .face because it's too dark. But I like being in his arms

We moved around in the empty room spinning with my long gown flowing around me. I'm happy.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Damn, it's that annoying voice a gain.

Oh, Shit.

I sat up nearly falling of bed. My eyes wide open.

Shit, the room is too bright I'm late for school AGAIN.

But that dream was a nice change of what I was used to.

Jumping out of bed. Running around the room I changed in to black jeans and plain white T-shirt.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Agh. That damn alarm.

I went to turn it off. I stopped in my way and stare at my reflection.

"I look.... Horrible, scary, unacceptable" I screamed

My black shoulder length curly hair is... everywhere.

My face is puffy and my eyes are sleepy.

Well I'm not a miracle maker so putting my hair into a high ponytail and going to the bathroom splashing cold water on my face and brushing my teeth.

I looked in the mirror.

Ok I look better at least my naturally tanned skin didn't get any zits today.

My looks came from my Arabian heritage.

My eyes are my best feature they are large chocolate brown with thick and long eyelashes.

Now where is the bag? I went to my room to look.

Bag. Bag. Bag. Where is the damn bag.

I looked at my watch. Crap it's 8:00. Well I'll never make it to my first class anyway.

Oh yeah, the bag is downstairs. I wore my sneakers.

Taking the stairs two at time wasn't easy.

"Damn short legs" I grumbled. By the way I'm 5.1. short with petite body.

I reached the kitchen

"I'm having breakfast" I told myself since I'll never make it to first class.

So opening the fridge and scanning it.

I'm too lazy to make anything so yogurt would do.

I took my bag and my keys and I went outside to my car.

My yellow Chevrolet Camaro with two black strips in the middle was in the drive way.

Sigh. Don't get me wrong I love my car but it was a 'gift' from my father. Well he gave it to me because he felt guilty for leaving me alone for a whole month at my 17th birthday for one of his business trips. "It was a big deal" he said like that will explain everything.

He was always generous with his money never with his time or emotions, except maybe anger.

Another sigh "it's not like you're better than him" I told myself while walking to my car.

Well it is true my temper isn't better than his.

I started my car. My father is away again. I don't know where. And I don't know for how long. I drove away from the huge empty house.

The 15 minute drive flied by fast with my mind occupied with my father.

I parked away. Cause I was late. Duh.

I walked to the main building and the bell rang, so I went to my locker while the student got out of classes.

Opening my locker I put my bag inside and got my eyeliner out. I was finishing my other eye when the door of my locker slummed shut hiding the mirror.

"Hey" I yelled

"Hey you. Look who decided to finally show up" my best friend Jenna said smirking with her blue eyes and short blonde hair. She was taller than me. Actually everybody is taller than me.

"Good. I'm not the only one my hair isn't behaving today" I told her opening my locker a gain to take my books.

She mock glared at me "I did try fixing it, why you're late anyway?"

"Same reason every time. I didn't wake up. At least this time I did make it to school" I sighed.

"Come on, I don't want to be late" she said and dragged me by my hand to our English class.