It is What It is | {L.T./A.I.} | on hold

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"Elijah Mae Bullock! Would you wake your black ass up? It is the first day of your senior year and you're gonna look like rachet ass shit if you don't get up and do something with that head of yours," I awoke to my mom yelling playfully in the hallway.

I groggily flipped myself on my back...not to excited for the day. Yeah, sure, it was my first day of the last year of high school, but would it really be any different than the first day of any other year? Quiet and awkward...unless you are with your group. I sighed...ready for another freaking school year.

I stared at the ceiling and before I could go back to sleep I decided to grab my phone...check whatever needed to be checked.

*New Message: Kitty Pooh<3

I tapped the text message, pretty expectant for my best friend...

Wake your lazy ass up, I'm taking you to school and I'll be there soon, help you with whatever. Love ya ;) <3

Oh that's my Kathryn, or just Kat as normal people would call her. She's like my sister we're practically inseperable, so it didn't surprise me that she'd be the one to come pick me up and what not.

I finally decided to get up and get ready for the day...pretty sure of what to expect. I stretched my way up to my soft carpet of my room, stumbling my way to the bathroom.

"G'morning Em," I spoke quietly to my eleven year old sister, Emory, passing her on the way to our shared bathroom.

"Ew," ...THAT was the response I got from my moody mini-me as she brushed past me.

"Brat..." I mumbled under my breath as I stepped onto the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. I flipped the light on and had to step back a bit. It was so bright I could've sworn Jesus was being resurrected in my shower. I felt my way around my bathroom with closed eyes, I finally reached my shower and turned on the hot water blinking wildly to try and get my eyes used to the light. I stripped off my pajamas and gladly stepped into the warm droplets that welcomed me.

It really sucked that summer was over...I was very happy and content with having peacful days filled with my mom, little sister, and best friends. I was pleased staying home and sleeping in until my body wouldn't let me any more, than staying up all night with my little gang. I freaking loved this summer...that was until my mom broke the news that mine and Emory's father was and has been cheating on our mother. Of course he's not living with us or is our mother married to him anymore. It was hard to deal with at first, but I had my family and Kat--who's practically family-- to help me through everything. I mean yeah it still hurt to think about, but not near as much as it did as first. There was always still that tiny spark of anger or that little hint of betrayal I have towards my dad, but I love him unconditionally. I mean he was my father how can I not? I couldn't hate him if I wanted to. I do love him, but that doesn't mean I have to like him. That was really the only really bad thing the happened this 3 months, other than stubbing my toe or falling and being laughed at on occasion.

I got out of the shower and scurried to my room, the shower waking me up and the freezing air slaping me in the face. I dried off and got a pair of pale blue high waisted skinny jeans, I pulled them up my skinny, short legs and continued to look for a shirt. I finally settled on a loose white button up shirt that had no sleeves. I let my long dark curls do there thing and pulled on a white beanie. I heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen.

"I'm home!" I faintly heard Kat yell from downstairs. I rolled my eyes at my friends stupidity as I grabbed what little makeup I had and headed over to the mirror above my dresser. I put on a little bit of eyeliner and mascara, deciding it was enough. I never put on a full face of makeup and was very head strong on not trying, wanting, or even being like those fake girls at my school. Girls like Parmis and her little posse...Madison and Sarah. Otherwise known as girls that hated me and the feeling was very mutual.