" Ring , Ring " the alarm clock rang. Ugh , not another day of school. I mean its not that I technically hate school , because I hate it , but I'd rather go then stay home. I dragged my legs to the side of my bed , forgetting how high it is from the floor , BOOM. And that's how my Tragic morning started.
Hi , my name is Anayis Ortiz ( Nya for short ) , I haven't introduced myself in the begging , but yea , so what ? . I am Currently 16 turning 17 next week. There's probably one thing that isn't normal from most teens , My Mother died when I was 4 , I don't like to talk about it that much. I live with my dad , our house is not stable , so I would say , with all the trash , cigarette ends , pits of old apples , all of the worlds trash , you can say looked like they dump it here. I would clean it up , but my dad , however seems to like things " unclean". My dad hasn't been like a father figure to me since , you know , mom died. Instead , his new daughter ? Ms.Henney on the rocks , may have a better father then me . ( if you didn't know Ms.Henny , its alcohol ) . I'm home alone most of the times , my dad some how always have this urge to " go for a walk " every hour. I may be a teen ? but i am definitely not Stupid. The bar ? is right down the street , so it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know wheres he's going. But it Doesn't bother me , what ever clears his mind about mom ? clears mine also.
Your Probably thinking , " how'd my mom die , why wouldn't I like to value my moms death by spreading the word ?" things is , I never really understood it , none of it . It simply just happened , and shes no longer with me or shall i say us. My aunts & uncles show up once in a while to check up on me , let alone my father , but theres always that one saying I always get when they come around. " Girl , your getting big , times flowing by fast ant' it " my uncles would say. " Darling , your going to grow into a fine young women , just like your mama , you look just like her , you know she won the modleing award so many times , that they offerd her , her own modleing carrer ? if you could win , oh how Justine would turn in her grave " my aunts would say. With that one sentence " you look just like your mama" dwells in my head when ever I look into the mirror. I don't really see , what they see. Just a normal girl . well time to get ready for school.
I jumped up at the sound of the hissing hot tea kettle , dad must be home. As I take a deep breathe , I smelled the scent of burning toast. Maybe he's not. I run downstairs to find a stranger looking in my refrigerator.
" Hey dad ?" I took the chance , maybe , I misjudged the person. As i hear the sound of munching , the figure turns around. " HUH ? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ? " I SCREAMED. Shocked at my greeting he sad scarily " Hey , I'm one of your daddy's friend " He replayed. " My dad has no friends? , Wheres my dad anyway ?" I said confused. The front door opens up fast. " ANAYIS ? . . .MAKE MY BREAKFAST ! YOUR POOR DADDY'S HUNGRY " a voice sound familiar said. As he dragged himself , unsteadily to the kitchen , he was surprised at the guy standing there eating a box of cereal. " AND WHO ... " he said stammering " WHO THE HELLLL .... ARE YOUUUU ? AND WHAT'RE DOING IN MY ... MY TABLE " he said drunkenly , trying to sit down on the dining room chair. " Dad , this is your friend " i said confused. " Friend? I have no friends .." he replied. I turned to look at the guy , as he zips through the kitchen , outside , still with the box of cereal. " nya .. havent I told you nobody in the house .. when im away on my walk ? " my dad said." Wait , that ? wasn't my friend , I just found him in the kitchen , when I came to save the toast you still had on the frying pan , that was burning" I replied. " Yea .. Yea .. now hand me my toast and my tea" . I walked over to the frying pan , the toast was gone. " Umm , dad i think your "friend" stole your toast" I said laughing. "God dammit those damn crackheads , I'm going to sleep , get dressed for school Hun, daddy Love's... you " he said getting up , trying to make it to the stairs . " need help " i asked. " Do i look handicap to you ? I dont need no damn help." He said angrily. " ok , dad love you to " I replied. " do I need help ? do YOU need help " he said walking up the stairs. Typical dad.
I raced upstairs , realizing how late for school I was. What to wear , what to wear ?. I threw all my clothes on my bed. Rumminging through them , I pulled out a Pencil skirt , and a ruffled white and blue vest top. Shoes ? SHOES ! where are my damn shoes? I panicked as I seen the bus pull up to the bus stop across the street from my house. There they are . I ran downstairs to get on the bus , realizing I hadn't brushed my teeth , nor combed my hair. Fuck . As i get on the bus theirs always that one person , to say " Here comes dirty Mc.gurty " And then my lifes turns to a living HELL .
