I lay in my bed on this depressing Friday night and thought about what lay ahead of me tomorrow.
I have decided Mum hates me. She must do. Why else would she want me to suffer like this? I had-had a really mediocre day at school today and then I had to come home and find out Mum had ruined my weekend.
Well my Saturday, but it would take me the whole of Sunday to get over the shame of singing in front of not only the glee club but also Troy. That was if I could even sing. I would be suprised if any words came out of my mouth tomorrow.
Either way this was going to be bad. Really bad. I just hoped Troy wouldn't tell everyone what had happened at school on Monday. Especially Courtney. Just because I was best friends with Ruby, who they wanted to recruit, didn't mean I got a free pass from being teased by them.
Did I mention? Along with being self centred, anyone they didn't deem to be as cool as them got teased and made fun of. Unfortunately I was in that group of people. I usually just let it slide though, I hated confrontation. The only time I gave myself away to confrontation was if someone (females of course or little kids under the age of eight; unless they were like five and under I didn't want to make anyone cry) was mean to Jamie. That I wouldn't allow. Thankfully though pretty much everyone loved Jamie. He just had that effect on people.
I changed into my purple puppy dog pajamas and curled myself up under my covers and grabbed my T.V and DVD remote. I needed something to distract me. I wanted to watch One Tree Hill but I had recenly finished the ninth and final season so I had brought myself The OC season one to carry on with. Someone had told me that it was kind of like One Tree Hill so I thought it was pretty promising that I would like it. I loved the character Ryan Attwood and I really wanted him to end up with Marrissa.
Two hours later I checked the time on my cell phone. It was ten pm already. Unwillingly I turned my DVD player and TV off. I had better get some sleep since I would have to be up at seven am in the morning. Yes, I know, I know, I didn't have to be at glee club until nine but I needed at least forty five minutes for my shower and then half an hour for brushing my hair and teeth/ getting dressed etc. Then it would take me the remaining fifteen minutes until I had to leave to eat breakfast.
Mum hated how I really dragged out getting ready but sometimes I did it on purpose just to annoy her. Tomorrow I would definitely be dragging my morning routine out.
I woke up to a buzzing noise that just wouldn't shut up. What was that? Was there a bee in my room? No, not Courtney; the queen bee a regular bumble bee. I hated bumble bees but I would rather one of them in here than Courtney. It was way too early in the morning for me to deal with her.
Early in the Morning? Oh! It was my alarm that was ringing. Duh! Wow I seriously wasn't a morning person. You should all feel sorry for me, I can't even function properly in the morning.
I threw my feet into my slippers. I loved these slippers they were white and black with big black claws on the front of them. Such a bargain too, I had gotten them and my new shoes for just on fifty dollars.
Josh, one of my four cats was scared of them. Whenever I walked near him in these his eyes would grow wide and he would bolt.
Yes, you heard right. Four cats. Three dogs too! There was Chace, he was a big goofy bundle of fluff who loved to shake paws and cuddle. He was a Siberian Husky crossed with a German Short Haired Pointer. Next we had Joel the German Shepherd who loved to do what ever Chace was doing and got super jealous if he deemed that he was not getting enough attention. Last of the dogs was Maylee the Staffordshire Bull Terrier, she was probably the friendliest dog you would ever meet but loyal to no end. Chace was her idol, the only issue with Maylee was that she farted. A lot, and boy did she stink.
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Becoming Janie
Teen FictionHey, my names Janie and I can't talk to guys. Unless they are related to me or a friend of my eight year old brother Jamie. Yup, our names rhyme. We're pretty sure our parents did it purposely just so they could call us 'the J squad' ugh. There's th...