Chapter 2: Things don't get much easier
I woke up half on my matress, half on the ground. I don't have a bed. Just a matress.
I got up and realized I was still in my hoodie and skinny jeans.
I went downstairs to get my unifrom. We have to wear a long sleeved white sweater with a peacock blue skirt the length of your fist knuckles. White knee socks and black flat shoes.
I always wear shorts underneath my skirt. I had wearing skirts!
I took my uniform upstairs and got changed. When I finished getting changed, I put my hair in a high pony tail and put some eyeliner on my bottom eyelid. I lit a cigarette and started to wait for Michelle and Hannah to pick me up for school.
I poured some orange juice, from my mini fridge, in a glass and as soon as I started to drink it, the doorbell rang.
I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole and I saw Michelle and Hannah. I opened the door and they came in. There eyes fell on the cigarette when I flicked the ashes. They rolled their eyes. I scowled at them.
"Oh, you cleaned up! I can see the floor!" Hannah joked. "I think she actually cleaned up, though. See the path there?" Michelle pionted to the newly formed path.
"Yes I cleaned up. It was disgusting! I saw a dead rat!" I said, entirely disgusted. "Let's go upstairs to my room," I suggested.
When we got up the stairs, Michelle and Hannah tripped over my still asleep mom. "What happened to her? Did someone break in and mug her?" Hannah tried to joke again, but I could tell she was a little serious.
"She slapped me in the face, so I beat her up," I replied smugly. "Is she alive?" Michelle asked. "Of course! I think..." I said. Hannah went to check her pulse and I smacked her hand. "Don't touch her!" I screamed.
"She deserves to be dead or in agony. But, she might be too drunk to feel anything. I hate Cheyenne," I spat on her again.
I walked into my room and put out my smoke, and grabbed my purse. "Alright, lets go," I said. When we walked out of my house, I walked down the walk way and realized Michelle and Hannah weren't following me.
"Aren't you going to lock the house?" They asked. "No. No person in their right mind would break into my house. And besides, the most expensive thing worth stealing is my mom's blackberry or my iPhone," I replied.
I don't live very far from our school. Either Michelle's parents or Hannah's parents drive them to my house, and we all walk together.
When we got into the school yard, we saw a bunch of people getting out of cars, of buses, walking, and UGH, we saw Lydia getting out of her dad's porshe.
I nudged Hannah and Michelle. "EW. Something smells like...like...spoiled brat and diamonds. Also...it smells like you are wearing way too much perfume," I said. Hannah and Michelle started to gag when I said the end part.
Lydia rolled her eyes. "I might wear too much perfume, but I don't live in a heap of garbage. Which, is by the way, what you smell like. Out of my way you little skank," Lydia said and pushed me down.
"Frig off, you fugly sewer rat!" I knocked her down by kicking her neck. "Sewer rat? Is that the best you can do?" Lydia taunted, rubbing her neck. "I don't believe in cussing, you big, fat, fugly witch."
She got up and started to pull my ponytail, when I grabbed her arm and flipped her over my head. "Don't forget, I'm on the wrestling team," I said in a sweet voice.
