What Happened

"Wake up, Cristi." I heard as someone started to shake me. "Wakey, wakey." Looking up I saw my mother,Fieona.

"No! Get out of my room," I mumbled at her. 'Why?' I ask myself. 'Why does she have to bother me on a Saturday?'

"I'll get your father." she threatened. I picked up my head from under neon blue pillow

"You wouldn't dare." She flipped her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder.

"One!" she yelled quietly in my ear. "Two," I just looked at her.

"I'm not a child any more that doesn't work for me." She put her hair back in front of her face, just to flip it over her shoulder a second time.

"Three..." she waited a few seconds before yelling out, "MARK YOUR DAUGHTER WON'T GET HER BUTT OUT OF BED!" My father came running into my room not even thirty seconds later. His tie not fully tightened and a tooth brush sticking out of his mouth.

"Cristi, again?" he looked at me with pity in his soft blue eyes.

"Sorry, Papa" I whispered. Truly feeling sorry. I know he gets up early and then stays up late, working. Papa kissed my mother on her cheek, walked over to me, hugged me, and left.

"I don't like that he has to work all day." I spoke, looking at mother's three hundred dollar soft, pink purse, and her one hundred dollar hair.

"He does it because he loves us," she replied, in a smug voice.

"He does it for your boobs!" she gasped and grabbed her breast.

"They didn't cost that much!" my fake step-mother says to me. I don't understand why women want big breast, they just give you a back ache. Mother should know that, grandma had to have surgery for it. Grandpa didn't like it, but grandma said her back stopped hurting.

"Get up! Get ready! We have to leave!" my mother yelled out suddenly. I threw my blanket off of me. My brunette hair flying into my face as I jumped up. Mother used to have my hair Momma,mother's mom, says. Back before they bleached hair.

Mother took one look at me and looked like she was gonna die.

"What in God's name are you wearing?" I looked down, seeing my boyfriend's black tee. I didn't see any thing wrong with it.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not quite sure it was the right to say. She pulled at my shirt. Looking at it with pure hatred. She didn't stop pulling until it was over my head. Leaving my in just my boy shorts. My hands went to my hips, not even trying to cover myself up.

"You don't even want to cover up. Do you? I'm getting rid of this shirt. You don't need the color black on you." I looked at her. Walking over to my closet I pulled open the door to let my mother look inside. While she peered in I grabbed one of my many plain black shirts, my neon green skinny jeans, and my black and green vans.

"Wake up and smell the fucking roses mother. Black is my color. Also, I wouldn't cover myself up even if I was standing in the middle of the mall's food court. I'm proud of what I loom like. I'm not a barbie. I'm not a slut. And I sure as hell don't need some stuck up whore telling me what to do!" my mother speed walk, in her heels, saying to be ready in an hour, out of my room. I put my black t-shirt back and snagged the black tee with holes in it. I glided over to my dresser, pulling out a neon green bra and panty set.

I jumped into the shower, shaking because the water hadn't heated up. I stood there relaxing as the water turned warm. I felt my legs, knowing they would be hairless, trying to seeing if I got all the wax off. My shampoo smells like watermelon when I rub it into my hair. Looking around I saw a clean wash cloth and pored my coconut body wash onto it.

Abandoning my shower, I clutch the towel to my body. Walking over to my desk, I pull out my make-up. Green eyeshadow, check; green eyeliner, check;green earrings, check; green contacts, check; green nose ring, check; snake bites, check. My boyfriend calls me crazy. I a black shirt, one color of skinny jeans, and base my whole out fit on that color.

While pulling my shirt on, I hear my mother yelling. More than likely at my dad over the phone. I decide it's time to make my appearance.