stalker

Chapter 2

"Young lady! Get your lazy ass out of bed before I drag you out of it!" A familiar voice shouts at me.

What the actual fuck?

"Fuck off" I mumble and cover my head under the duvet.

I hear the door close and I'm glad she's gone, fucking bullshit. I need to sleep. I need to fucking sleep. And anyone, I mean anyone who tries to stop me will get punched. Hard.

All of a sudden i feel my whole body shiver and then drip with... Water? oh- oh shit she didn't!
"What the actual- what the fuck?"
I scream at the devil in front of me.
"Get up or your going to make me late"
She moans and shuts the door.

I somehow drag myself out of bed and grab my shirt from my wardrobe, I dry myself off with yesterday's shirt? Eh. Picking my school skirt off from the floor, I grab the hideous colored tie and try to make myself look as put together as possible. Fuck. I look shit. I grab my shitty make-up and slap it onto my face, hardly rubbing it in. I attempt to fill in my eye brows but they come out as too dark. Life's tough.

"are you ready yet!? I'm waiting outside! Hurry up or I'm leaving without you!" She calls from downstairs.

Fuck off. First you wake me up by pouring freezing cold water on me and now you're still complaining

I run downstairs and pick up my tights from the table. Ew. Tights. The most uncomfortable piece of clothing ever invented. Tights can suck my ass, so can all the teachers that complain my skirts too short. Asses.
I snatch my bag and switch on my phone whilst walking to the car. "Fifteen past-no twenty past eight! I'm late and you're late! Tomorrow you're waking up earlier, I can't deal with this"
"Whatever" I say looking out the window. Her words are lost somewhere in the claustrophobic space of the car, I watch the small town pass beside me, deep down I can't explain how much I want to get out of this place.

I'm awoken by my thoughts when an arrogant prick beeps his horn, I peer behind us and notice a black S U V with a masked face? Probably just another junkie.

A few minutes later I reach hel- school and rush out the car so no one notices me in the small, stupid ass car. I quickly take one last look at it, honestly who chooses a red Mini Cooper with the English flag on the roof and side mirrors- only my mum of course. She says it's fun and that I'll inherit it one day, I sure hope not.

On my way to the front gate, I look upwards at the hideous, intimidating buildings above and I get extremely nervous, I hate this place.

For a minute the whole world stops, the students are frozen, the fucking cold air stops flowing and the cars have stopped moving. What the hell? I close and open my eyes only to find the disguised figure from moments ago staring right through me.