"Tuesday, get up! It's your first day school!" my mom's way to cheery voice rang through the house. I sit up from my bed and groaned.
"More like my first day in hell." I said to myself.
"What was that, dear?" she asked, while peeking her head through my door.
"Yaaay." I said sarcasticly. She laughed then rushed back downstairs.
I rubbed my eye then stretched until my back popped. I walk to the bathroom with my hairbrush. I looked in the mirror and sighed.
'What's so great about high school? Its nothing but a hell hole, full of bullying, parties, alcohol, and drugs.' I thought while brushing the huge knots out of my dark blue hair. I mean I'm not a total bum. I go to parties and have a few beers but I don't plan on losing my virginity to some drunk, horny guy like the other popular people did.
I take a shower and decide to put on a My Chemical Romance tank top black skinny jeans, combat boots, and a red flannel.
I looked in the mirror and decided to put on some makeup. I put on black eyeliner and dark red lipstick, also putting in my spider bites.
I walk downstairs and walked into the kitchen.
Even though it's just my mom, me, and my Siberian husky, Alpha, we have a big house. Two bathrooms, four bedrooms, a sitting room, a den, and a large backyard. I mean we have a kitchen too, but you know what I mean.
I grab a piece of coffee cake (yum) and some turkey out of the fridge. I walk to the back yard and sat down. Alpha comes running up to me and steals the turkey out of my hands.
"Hey! Say thank you." I told him. He stopped eating the meat and started to lick my face.
"Not like that!" I yelled at him, trying not to get dog slobber on my eyes or lips.
He stops and lifts up his paw, placing it into my palm. I finished my breakfast and walked out the door to the bus stop.
"Hey, Tuesday." the familiar red head said.
"Hey, Blake." I waved to him. "Where's Lizzy?"
"She'll be here in about three... two... one..."
"Hey guys." Lizzy said, here brown hair flying in here face. "Are you excited for today?"
"Not really, its just school." I said.
"Same." Blake said. "Your just excited because your crush has the same classes as you."
"I know. I can't help it, Luke's just so dreamy."
"Don't get your hopes up. He practically dated almost every girl in the school."
"Your just jealous because Shaun doesn't like you like that. You have a lot of girls in love with you, why can't you date one of them?"
"He's bisexual for one, and for two I'm not looking for a relationship right now, that's why I'm not dating any girls nor guys." he shot back.
That really sucks, I can't help but be one of those girls behind him. He's really sweet and funny, and his chocolate colored eyes were so mesmerizing.
God, I hate myself for having feelings for him. I can't confront him right now because he isn't looking for love, like he said.
"Can you two please stop?" I said after getting a headache from them arguing.
The bus pulled up and we got on. I sat on the outside in between them. I sat with Blake while Lizzy's across from us.
When we get to school, I walk to my locker only to be greeted by the captain of the football team. Great.
"Hey, emo girl." Brad said to me with a smirk.
"What now fuckface?" I sighed. He bullied me everyday last year. And of course no one stuck up for me. Only Lizzy, or Blake but they weren't around.
"Oh nothing, just want some pleasure." he replied, still smirking.
I immediately realise what he's talking about. "Then get one of those whores to help you with that problem." I said, not looking into his eyes. I closed the door to my locker and tried to get away but he slammed me against the lockers. I hit my arm and I fell to the ground.
"We'll do it later. Don't try to run away, you'll just receive a punishment." he walked away and I stood up holding my arm.
I walk to class and sit down at the back. It's going to be a long day.
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RandomUm... hey... the names Tuesday. Tuesday Johnson. I don't really know why I'm here... but I'll just say that my life's been pretty fucked up. Not that you'd care, anyways. But can you stay? I need someone to tell my story to. I can tell you anything...