"WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE FINISHED YOUR DAD IS WAITING IN THE CAR!!" My mother yelled to the top of her lungs. That yelling was directed to my younger sister Hannah. I groaned in annoyance. Normal people wake up to the sound of singing morning birds and the small scratching sounds of the trees as they sway with the early morning breeze. Putting on a hopeful smile on their faces. They get a relaxing shower and have a delicious breakfast. But here in our beloved house, you wake up to the sound of my mom yelling and complaining about our laziness. How we are never on time and how tired she became of living with us. My dad on the other side, doesn't utter a single word in the morning. He wakes up silent, gets dressed in silence, has breakfast in silence and drives my little sister to her school in silence.
"MISS RUBY YOU DON'T HAVE SOMEWHERE TO GO NOW??" Oh joy! That's my share of yelling now!
"Almost done!" I said, trying to draw a freaking straight line on my eyelids. Eyeliner! Oh my eyeliners drive me effing crazy! It's ridiculous how just a simple black line drawn in your eyes can make you look ridiculously more presentable and appealing. It's even more ridiculous how I spend fifteen minutes of my morning everyday trying to draw that line. Not that I actually will look pretty anyway but applying eyeliner became a habit. So when I decide to not put on eyeliner people think that I'm actually sick because my eyes look so dull and pale.
"I need money." I said once I entered the kitchen. My mother turned around to face me with a look of horrific shock on her face. I wonder how would she react to some phrase like "Mom I'm pregnant." Or "Mom I failed my exams." Or stuff like that.
"You have no shame! Where are the money your dad gave you yesterday?"
"Exactly! Yesterday was yesterday! Today is a new day which means new requirements and new money!" Here in our house we don't follow the pocket money system. Like I don't go asking for money at the beginning of every month like an employee getting salary. I just ask for little sums of money whenever I need them. If I had managed to catch dad before he left to work, I would have got what I wanted without questions or complains. It's not like I go smoking pot using this money or even have alcohol. My money is majorly spent on food. Food and chocolates, lots of chocolates. Sigh....
"You spend way too much money...." She started rambling. Of course to her I spend so much money. I mean she thinks that one dollar is a fortune! She always lectures me about how the poor don't have money or food while I'm here "sucking money like a vampire" in her words. But at the end she's forced to give me what I want. So why talk so much and be annoying from the beginning?
"Here no more money for you till the end of the week!" She handed me twenty bucks. Well that's better than nothing.
"Don't be late! Pay attention in class..."
I just can't wait to move out of this house.
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"Okay so I wanna honestly know how many of you guys did yesterday's assignment?" Mr. Ben asked, staring right into our souls. The silence is deafening you can drop a needle to the ground and hear the sound of it! The guy sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. Clearly no one did the assignment. Mr. Ben is the youngest and hottest teacher in our beloved high school and he's actually cool when he's not trying to sound all bossy and teacher-like. And just like every highschool cliché story, the entire female population here swoons over him. The guys can't stand him and the teachers staff admires him. But I'm just here, on the neutral ground. Not that I think he's not hot or anything because he is and I give that to him no denying there. I'm just the most realistic person you could ever met and I believe developing feelings for my handsome teacher won't get me anything but shame and disappointment.
"I expected this answer. I'm saying this for one more time and I'm not repeating it again. Tomorrow you guys are going to hand me your assignments, finished and done to perfection." He slapped his palm forcefully over his disk. Our eyes went wide in astonishment. It's not everyday you witness an angry Mr. Ben!
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Tit For Tat
Dla nastolatkówRuby James was your average high school girl. Her life was a typical cliché story. Everything seemed constant and normal until her world collided with a massive thunderstorm that turned everything upside. She began experiencing situations she would...
