a group of weirdos disband after one gets arrested yet something doesnt add up. why did he get arrested, this became the talk of the school and interested many. so the group of rich kids set up a prize for whoever found the cause. and with a new gir...
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My day begun like any other day. I got out of bed, reluctantly, of course, and dragged myself over to the bathroom. I showered and brushed my teeth.
It was a simple morning. I didn't think for one second that it would turn out to have any excitement or anything shocking in store for me.
I grabbed a random outfit and lazily put it on. Due to it being cold and rainy, the usual state of the dilapidated world, I grabbed my baggy baby pink cardigan and shrugged it on. I had a basic white top on and some fairly baggy jeans.
Not everyone's definition of lazy, but it was certainly mine. I was usually pretty put together, but I just couldn't bring myself to care this morning.
Sighing, I forced myself downstairs and into the kitchen. I saw my mother with her phone to her ear, presumably on a work call, as usual.
She didn't seem to be very present in my life, not since she got her new fancy job and basically left me to fend for myself.
Sighing once again, I pad over to the cupboard and pulled out a bowl. I began preparing my usual dull bowl of cereal and sat down to eat.
Attempting to block out my mother's angry ramblings, I pulled out my airpods and shoved them in. I quickly turned on my playlist and closed my eyes, letting the melody take me away from my reality.
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that I have a home and place to eat. I'd consider myself fortunate, compared to the state of the world, I was an extremely lucky girl.
However, I couldn't help but wish I had been dealt a slightly better handle in life. My mother didn't care about anyone or anything other than her work and how much money she could make, and my dad went and hurried off when he had found out he wasn't having a boy.
It was sort of hard to not want to run off to find a new family, to run and run and run and never come back.
Her screeching started to creep through to my music, so I turned it up.
Only, slightly too late, did I realise she was screeching at me. I felt my earphones being pulled out. I looked up and saw my mother's angry face.
"Are you even listening to me? Jesus, how loud was your music?" I shrugged and shoved a spoonful of cheerios into my mouth.
"So that's your answer, a shrug? Good lord, what am I going to do with you? You seem to have nothing good to say to me these days!" Her anger was palpable, cutting into me.
I swallowed my mouthful and sigh. "Look, mum, I'm sorry. I won't have it so loud next time." I compromised.
I always felt bad when I disrespected her in some way, even though all she cared about was me being perfect.
