Fallen

Fallen - 1

Fallen ~ One

Hailey Emmons

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Let's get one thing clear. I am not a morning person.

So having Denise yell at me from downstairs to get up for school isn't really an exciting thing for me.

I groaned and threw a pillow over my head, hoping to block out her annoying shouts. Seconds later, I heard my door fly open.

"Hailey Emmons, if your ass isn't downstairs in five minutes, I'll be your personal dictator."

I huffed. "You already are, Denise."

I could almost hear her roll her eyes. I heard her footsteps descend down back and I groaned. Waking up I hated. Waking up for school I despised the most.I eventually got up (5 minutes later) and staggered to the bathroom.

I looked up at my reflection in the bathroom and grunted. I looked horrible. I guess a hang-over isn't a really easy thing to get over. I brushed my teeth in the pace of a turtle and splashed cold sink water on my face. I looked back at my reflection. Well, I looked...refreshed.

My brown hair was messy and reached down barely past my shoulder. My dull brown eyes had a purple color underneath them from barely sleeping. My lips were full and pink and a little bit plump from kissing some random guy last night. Now, I'm not a whore or a slut, don't get me wrong. I had been really drunk last night and my best friend, Kim, had left encouraged me to go dance. So when I did, some random guy came up to me and kissed me. I kissed him back, but when I realized what I was doing I pushed him away.

I had a pretty average body; nice curves where they needed to be. I was pretty, I guess. I went back to my room and rummaged through my closet until I pulled out a navy blue V-neck, a pair of tight jeans, and a black low-top Converse.

After pulling my hair into a quick pony-tail, I grabbed my blue backpack and headed down the stairs where Denise was waiting for you. In case you're wondering, Denise is not my sister, or aunt, or anything. She's just my adoptive mother.

My parents decided that after all the hard work of making me, giving birth to me and taking a good look at me, they didn't want to keep me. So, I ended up at an orphanage and was adopted two years ago. Since then, I've been living with Denise Emmons. I, sadly, own her last name. But as soon as I hit then big 18, I'm leaving to Canada, China, or somewhere far away.

"You're going to be late," Denise muttered.

I shrugged. "Not the first or last time."

"Hailey, could you please try to respond nicely for once? I'm trying here, okay?"

"See, that's just the thing. You try too hard."

"At least I saved you from the hellhole your parents so kindly left you in," She snapped.

I suddenly felt a loss for appetite. I shook my head at her and she sighed.

"Hailey, I’m' so--"

"Save it for someone who care, Denise."

I grabbed an apple from the kitchen counter bowl and headed out side. I had to walk to school. Since I'd already missed the bus and I didn't want a ride from the wonderful adoptive mother. The walk wasn't awfully long, just about ten minutes.

I'd manage. Just like I'd managed to survive every day of my life.

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Yes, I was late.