My Mom's a Stripper (one direction)

Chapter 1: Mean Girls

Chapter 1: Mean Girls

QUACK! QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!

"Grrrr....Mi mano es un delfin!" I woke up my usual way with my annoying duck alarm clock. I've had it since I was little. My grandmother, one of the only family members I liked gave it to me before she died.

The rest of the family members on my moms side were stuck up rich snobs, unlike my mom they went to college.

I get out of bed when I hear a bedroom door slam, meaning that one of my mom's guest left and to never be seen again. Well at least at this house.

I trudge over to my closet and picked out a blue t-shirt and a pair of my ripped up skinny jeans. I know fancy, isn't it? Well it's just school, and I don't need to impress anyone I already have my insanely good looks and charm. Note the sarcasm.

I have no one at school, well not since Regan ruined my life forever. We always talked about how we would be best friends forever, but she had to tell everyone that my mom was a stripper.

Everyday since then she pushes me punches me and worst of all uses her words. People always said sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me. That's the biggest lie anyone could ever tell you. I'd rather someone break all my bones then to deal with the constant ridicule.

I went to put on my basic makeup which consists of foundation, mascara, and eyeliner. I also brushed through my dip dyed blonde locks. Then I walked over to my shoes and grabbed my white Supras and put them on, don't judge my style.

After I was ready for school, I walked up stairs. Your most likely thinking "She goes upstairs to leave the house?"

I live in the basement, mom doesn't want the customers to know I'm here when she's doing her job. I've learned to adjust, once I find my nose deep in to a book I can escape from the reality of me sitting in a dusty basement.

I walked outside to the bus, without one word to my mom. She doesn't care what I do, or who I'm with as long as I don't bother her. She never even said good job once all the times I brought home report cards, which always consists of straight A's.

I got on the bus and sat in my usual seat in the back of the bus. The seat I sit in is the worst on the bus, it's a seat for one person and I can barely fit my small waist on it. I don't want to touch the window which is covered in spiders, so I prefer to hang off my seat a little.

I got to class with only four shoves into lockers, one punch in the stomach, and countless names given.

I looked up at the board to see what was assigned for today. Mrs. Matthews must have been in a good mood today because she only assigned a small worksheet to do. I loved language arts, it's my favorite subject because Mrs. Matthews always lets me borrow her books. Which I'm grateful for, because that saves me a five mile walk to the library.

Two classes went by, civics and math and it was now time for lunch. My least favorite part of the day. I always end up in the music room, writing my own songs. That room just sends me into my own world. A world where my life doesn't completely suck, and I can actually be happy.

I got out my notepad and started writing down my thoughts in a form of a song, and started singing my heart out.

"Do you ever go to lunch with no one by your side  

Cause the moment you arrive they leave the table  

Calling me everything but my name  

Need I remind you again just call me Katie  

How would you feel if you running home crying  

Lock yourself in your room, don't want anyone to see ya