Hate You

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Ugh. I hate that noise! That constant beeping is going to drive me insane one day. I mean, I personally think that the person that invented the alarm clock was an idiot. It's basically a curse and a miracle. If it weren't for the alarm clock then I'd never wake up to go to school. But, then again it would just save me from the living hell that we call school.

As I made my way I the bathroom, I remembered that today was going to be as worse as any other day. You could say that hell is my life. First off, I have to go to school. Secondly, I have to attend dinner with the Collins and that means dinner with Blaise. Yay for me! Sarcasm intended. Everything about him gets me agitated! Before I get myself worked up I should just stop my ranting and get dressed before I'm late to school.

As I walked down the stairs I was immediately greeted by my mom.

"Good morning Beatrix!" My mom says as she hands me a plate containing my breakfast.

"Mom, for the last time, I go by Bea!" I tell her yet again. This has been our morning routine since the day that I could talk. She calls me Beatrix and I correct her.

"But, Beatrix is such a beautiful name! I don't know why you have always insist on being called Bea." She whines.

"Maybe it's because I don't feel so proper and no one knows how to pronounce it." I say with a mouthful of food.

"How can you feel proper because of your name and it's not even that difficult to pronounce. Bea-ah-trix, see not that hard. That doesn't make sense to me." Mom says.

"Mom, just drop it! I don't want to spend my morning bickering with you again. I actually want to have a decent morning considering that my dinner has been already ruined."

"How has your dinner been ruined if it hasn't even happened?" she asks.

"Because I am being forced to share my precious air with the Collins' son."

"Bea, stop over exaggerating."

"But, mom I speak the truth."

"No Bea, you're speaking your mind. There's a difference you know? And the Collins' son is such a dashing young man." she says.

"There's no difference to me, and Blaise is anything but a dashing young man. He could be classified as a grade A imbecile, but not a young man. He's far off from being one." I reply as I roll my eyes at her. As I finish my breakfast I quickly glance at the clock. 6:40! Oh, Shit! I'm going to be late if I don't leave!

"Mom, as much as I love having these morning disagreements with you, I'm going to have to cut this one short." I tell her as I start grabbing my bag from the closet.

"They're not disagreements! I'm just simply stating the truth as you contradict it. Now, have great day at school and when you get home I expect you to do your homework and start getting ready for dinner!" she yells as I finally manage to leave the front door.

Walking towards the open garage I open the door to see my 1969 black Chevrolet Camaro ss. I don't know and don't care if it is impossible, but I am completely and madly in love with Iris. And if you're wondering, I did indeed name my car Iris. After all, she is my baby. Pulling out of the driveway I start driving towards the school. The drive isn't terribly long, but since it's the morning and I'm on my way to school, it seems to be endless. Which is fine with me because it means more time with my baby and less time at school.

As I pull up to the living hell of a school, I start to look for my assigned parking that is towards the main doors. It's not an assigned parking but, the last person that had parked there left with a black eye and a broken arm. And since then no one has dared to park in it.