Lime st. [ opposites attract ]

Victoria Rose Daniels

My parents don't know a lot about me. Wow, that's kind of a terrible opening line, it makes me sound like some 12 year old, bad girl wannabe but I mean it in the most honest way.
They seriously don't. In the past 4 years they've probably spent more time out of the house on business trips than in it with me. So it's safe to say that I've changed since I last sat down and had a really good talk with them.
As far as they know I'm the same straight-A, rabbit obsessed 11 year old they loved so much back in the day.
Now, for example, they probably think I'm doing my homework, listening to Brittany Spears and wearing an I love JB t-shirt (JB being the Jonas Brothers not Justin Bieber, both of which who I do actually quite like but not enough to wear a t-shirt stating that). But in reality, I'm sitting atop a hill at the back of town, warming myself with a shitty fire and passing a joint around with five other people I barely know.
I have school tomorrow and I do actually care about my grades so I'm not going to knock myself out with it or anything but I just need to chill out.
I dread the idea of going home to my cold, empty house and staying there for another two weeks until my parents get home.
Thing is, because my parents are wealthy, both being CEOs of two separate companies (being why they're away so much), the house is way too big for the three of us. Even when my three older siblings come down on the holidays it's too big for the six of us. I probably sound like a snooty brat but I'd rather live in a one bedroom apartment with a family that was actually interested in what I have to say and were home every now and again than a giant empty abundance of money.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. It's midnight and I have to go home. I set my own curfew of 12 and if I don't get into bed by 1 at the latest, future me will punish me somehow by making me run or something which will be painful for both of us.
I take one last drag of the joint before navigating my way back down the hill and to the footpath that leads back to my house. It's only a half hour walk and since no ones home I don't have to waste time sneaking in or anything. I go straight to my bedroom, not bothering to turn any of the lights on, simply using my phones flashlight to guide me. I collapse on my bed taking 90% of my clothes off except my undies and my ratty "stoner shirt" that always wreaks of alcohol, cigarettes and dope no matter how much I wash it.
I don't fall asleep straight after I plug my phone in to charge but it's pretty soon after. Enough time to realise I'm gonna have to wash my sheets or else they'll get the smell of stale drugs. My mum would just tell me to call the maid in but I feel like a lazy whore when I do that. I'd prefer do my own chores which is why I always tell Meredith to take the weeks off when the parents are away and I'll just pay her the same.
At first she refused this, telling me she wouldn't take my money if she wasn't doing anything but when she came to clean up after my first party she accepted the weeks pay and even the bonus I gave her. Shit gets messy.
The next morning when I wake up, I have a splitting headache so I walk to my bathroom, take a couple pain killers and get in a cold shower. I usually wake up an hour and a half before school so I can have a twenty minute hot shower then do my hair and makeup but due to my late night last night, I have to settle for five minutes on each before packing my bag and getting the hell out.
I manage to make it on time, locking the door behind me and heading to my nearest bus stop.
I would usually drive but my car is low on gas and I never want to risk getting pulled over when I've done drugs in the last 24 hours. I get onto the bus, tapping on and sitting down. See, despite my constant complaining and drug use and rule breaking, I still follow laws.
When the bus gets to school, I'm late by my usual schedule so heading straight to my locker and then first class is the only thing I can fit in so I don't get there too late.
My first class is maths which is a terrible was to start a Wednesday morning. I usually love Wednesdays. I begin to get excited for the weekend, I don't get homework and I have my favourite class; PE. I have PE on different days but they're not my favourite days so they don't count.
As I mentioned before I don't like running, so you may be wondering why it's my favourite class. Well, we play a lot of dodge ball, which I love, my 3 best friends are in the class and the last and main reason is that my sport teacher is the most attractive person on earth. He's like 26 and probably shouldn't be working for a high school which females (or even males) go to.
He's attractive enough that my super heterosexual and masculine friend Ryan has fangirled over him with us.
Bad bit is, if I can just make it through this first terrible, tear-inducing-ly boring first class, I can see Mr McSexypants (totally legitimate name) in just an hour. 60 minutes of hell for 60 minutes of pure heaven. Sounds
like a good deal to me.