The Story of My Life

Chapter One

I stared at the blank television screen and sighed. I had forgotten to pay the cable and internet bill for the month and I was without visual entertainment. I looked at the clock; it was one in the afternoon. My boss finally had given me a day off, and I was stuck being bored at home. The one bill I never forget to pay is my cell phone bill, and on that cue my cell phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID and it was Jason; I answered, “Hey.”

“Hey, I just called to ask about the geography homework,” he sounded way beyond unenthusiastic.

“Oh, well all my stuff is at school so I’m not sure how much help I’ll be,” we both gave a small chuckle.

“Thanks; I guess I’ll talk to you on Monday or something,”

“Alright, bye,”

I threw my blanket from my lap and stood up. My pit bull, Charlie, came running into the living room from my bedroom. He started to jump on me scratching my bare legs. I squatted down and stroked the fur on his head back. His tongue began to slide up my cheek. I smiled, kissed him on the nose, and then I wiped my face with the back of my hand. I stood up and stretched my arms far above my head. The door to my bedroom sat wide open; I had a clear view of the terrible mess that took over the place where I slept.

“Charlie, wanna go clean my room for me?” I laughed and walked to the bathroom.

As I looked in the mirror I saw my blonde mess of hair was knotted and need a serious conditioning. My cat-green eyes looked dull and life, as well as my face. Even though I had a slight tan my skin still appeared pale in the shitty bathroom lighting. I turned on the faucet and splash a small amount of water on my face to wake myself up; it didn’t work.

“Charlie, wanna go clean my room for me?” I laughed and walked to the bathroom.

As I looked in the mirror I saw my blonde mess of hair was knotted and need a serious conditioning. My cat-green eyes looked dull and life, as well as my face. Even though I had a slight tan my skin still appeared pale in the shitty bathroom lighting. I turned on the faucet and splash a small amount of water on my face to wake myself up; it didn’t work.

I flopped down on my clothing-covered bed and let out a loud groan. Was it possible that the day was becoming even more boring? I lifted my head to see a very disturbing sight outside of my window. My bedroom looks right into the bedroom of the guy who lives in the apartment building next to mine. I’m pretty sure he’s either addicted to sex, or he likes the rush of doing something illegal, hiring prostitutes of course. A girl with long, curly, red hair was pressed up against the window; she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Lucky for my I only got the view of her backside. I rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud. I stood, flipping my hair from my face, and walked to my window.

Opening it, I called out, “Hey! Freaks! If we wanted to watch two people screwing each other we’d turn on the computer and watch porn! Get a life Carlos!”

Carlos pushed the girl from the window and opened it. The only thing he had on was black and white checkered boxers. I never noticed that he has a really nice body, six pack and all.

“Oh come on Lizzy,” he laughed, “You know you wish it was you.”      

Oh how that statement couldn’t be any truer. The kid’s gorgeous but just a little strange. When I’m on my balcony at times I see him through his window talking and or yelling at no one in particular. I smiled at him then rolled my eyes.