Just a normal day for me. Get up. Hope today won't suck. Brush my teeth. Grumble about school and the assholes that surround me. Put on some shitty outfit. Grumble some more. Eat something violently. Grumble. Hop on my motorcycle. Drive to the fucking devil's lair. Bloody hell hole. For me, when someone says highschool, I hear 'land of thousands of assholes and petty bitches with their panties in a twist'. I really am a ray of sunshine...when I'm not in a fucking hell hole.
But where are my 'manners'? The names Y/N Briggs. I'm 17 years old. My parents aren't really around much since they're both executives at a company. I have a brother who's 23, but he's in the army. Oh. And I'm currently single. But, in actual CURRENT terms, I'm yelling at some asshole for taking my parking spot. "Look, asshole, I don't have time for this fucking shit, so if you could just fucking move that godforsaken excuse of a car, that would be fan-fucking-tastic", I basically yelled at some jock. "Chill out, chica. You can park over there, no biggy. I'll even take you on a date to fix your problem", the gross bastard smirked. "If you don't move your fucking car swear on the lunch lady's fries that I will beat you to a pulp so fucking small, you'll be smaller than your own dick", I hissed through gritted teeth. At this point, the kid's face was pale and he was already looking for his keys. I fucking hate Mondays
I was shoving my way to my locker, trying NOT to explode at the couples making out in the hallway. I reached my locker in due time, only to find another couple making out. On my locker. "Jesus fucking hell", I muttered before shoving them out of the way. "HEY. DON'T SHOVE MY GIRL LIKE THAT, DYKE", the guy yelled. I rolled my eyes and ignored him, putting my headphones in my ears and blasting out Bring Me The Horizon. I grabbed all the stuff I needed for class and walked over to my next class, English. Yay. Nothing like first period English with the smoking hot teacher who hates my guts. She's fucking gorgeous. But, she's Christian. And she hates me. Straight up homophobe. Whatever though. If I just stared at her ass long enough, her voice magically disappears. Wonder how that works
I was almost there when a hand grabbed my shoulder. I whipped my head back, ready to body slam the fucker. "Woah there, chica. No need to be so feisty. Just wanted to introduce myself. The names Emmanuel Hiltscher", he chuckled, his hand sticking out. "Hi. Names Y/N Briggs. Fuck off", I snapped and turned around. "Wait! Hey, what's wrong man. Sorry about today morning but I had to get to my locker early", he panted, running to catch up to me. "Great news. Shut the fuck up", I sighed. "Can we be friends? Please?", he practically pleaded. "No", I snorted. "Aw c'mon. If you're worried I'm hitting on you I'm not. I'm gay, chica", he laughed. "Congrats", I huffed sarcastically, quickening my pace. "Please, please, please? Let's be friends. Or frenemies. I can settle with that", he reasoned. "How about...STRANGERS? Get the fuck away from me, bitch. And stop calling me chica. That alone is more annoying than your voice", I snapped, turning around to face him. He must've gotten the picture because when I stalked off, he just stood there.
I finally got to English and sat down in the back. No way Ms. Callen could see me staring at her ass. I was doodling in my binder when I heard someone slump in the seat next to me. "Hey chica", I heard someone whisper in my ear. Oh fucking hell. This bitch is relentless. He's annoying the fuck outta me. I turned my head to find Emmanuel grinning at me. This day was fucking horrible. It was even worse than listening to fucking Fifth Harmony or fucking Taylor Swift. Fuck these assholes. Fuck this entire hellhole.
A/N There you have it. The first sucky chapter in my first sucky book. Hoped you like it. If you didn't then...well...I guess sucks to suck. K. Bye.
