With His Help

Chapter 1- grease.grease.grease

- - -Prologue- - -

The chairs were encrusted in chewing gum and dried spit. The desks were covered in a sheet of carvings and felt tip marks. The teacher's desk groaned over his bluging weight. He snored, a mass of beard and saggy skin rested on the desk, minature glasses were at the tip of his remaining nose. To my left, was this girl with pink hair and plugs, which made her ears droop. To my right, was some boy from my gym class, a beanie flopped from his head, revealing his overly gelled hair.

he had greasy hair!

Kat, is it necessary to be thinking about some kid's hair right now!?

no, well. ....no.

'' Detention SUCKS'' was engraved into the unused blackboard, obvious efforts of getting rid of it had failed. He let out a loud groan.

You've really done it this time Kat.

Thanks for the reminder, can you just shut up, Mind?

Remind me how you got into this mess?

WIth his help.

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Chapter 1- 

My alarm clock blared like a siren. My eardrums rattled. Sunlight sliced through my eyes, its rays where a warning of the day ahead. I lunged from bed, my usual clothes rested on my bed frame; tshirt, knit cardigan and skirt which fell at a respectable length. My eyes were blurry, I felt like I was walking on a different planet. I keenly snatched my glasses which were rested on my overly-sized alarm clock. How I hated that thing. I went to the bathroom, my braces, which now and then let a huge lisp ripple from me were wonky and uneven. Lovely things they were. My scuffed boots sagged near my bedroom door. Reaching for them, I tripped downstairs in a tired, reluctant manor. The toaster jolted as I placed two pieces of toast into it. The metal bars hungrily clasped the soft bread. I grabbed my schoolbag, my books were neatly packed, atleast 5 reading books were sprawled on the kitchen table. I shoved them in carelessly, I still hadn't gotten over of Rue's death, or her sisterly alliance with Katniss, however brief it may have been. I munched on my toast, which was scarred with diagnol black burns. My braces didn't help either, after a third session of attempting to brush my teeth, I gave up, I just wouldn't smile today I guess. Clutching a cup of coffee in his left hand, the morning paper in the other my dad wobbled downstairs, his hair was gelled to perfection- credit to my mother for that. I think I'm the only one in my family who can't get over how greasy it looks.

grease. grease. grease.

i bet nits are living up there.

shut up and say good morning brace face.

''Morning daddy'' I fakely smiled, avoiding his greasy hair. 

you just smiled, bracey facey.

''Morning pumpkin'' He mumbled back, glancing over his paper.

How I despised his cheesy nickname. He decided on that when I thought I was putting on sun cream, it turned out to be fake tan. Im allergic to fake tan so I swelled up like an orange pumpkin. Since then, it's stuck to me like an overgrown weed. My mum tottered downstairs, laced pearls hung at her neck, her eyelashes were in a thick coat of mascara. Her lips were painted with a red grin. Her eyes gleamed confidence, something I hadn't received from her, instead I got my dads tendancy to be too quiet. ''Good Morning sweetiepies!'' She smiled, kissing us both on our cheeks. Her lips were greasy and wet.