I wake up to the sound of my parents screaming and glass breaking downstairs, aswell as feeling the familiar soft nibbling on my fingers. Basically, just a normal wake up routine for me. My parents were out all night getting drunk again and were now fighting. I sighed and smiled softly looking to the scruffy white ferret laying beside me on the pillow, chewing my fingers gently, "morning Chase" I whisper and softly kiss the top of his head before sitting up slowly. I flinch as I hear more glass shattering downstairs, "life sucks, hey?" I mumble, stroking Chase's tiny head. As I look at the clock, I realize I woke up later than usual and quickly jump up before running to the bathroom and getting ready for school as fast as I can. I rub my emerald green eyes gently and brush my soft, light brown hair slightly before running back to my room and grabbing my bag, taking Chase with me and running downstairs, ignoring the screams from my parents and just dodging a glass bottle that was thrown across the room, "bye, I'll miss you too!" I shout sarcastically, sometimes I wish my parents cared about me but I gave up on all hope of that happening years ago. I run out the door and make it to the bus just in time, taking a seat by the window and making sure the seat beside me isn't taken by anyone. I sigh and lean my head against the black window frame, watching the cars drive by and impatiently waiting for us to reach the bus stop where my best, and only true friend, Charlie, gets on.
