The good girl's bad boy

First day of hell

I hopped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I could hear My aunt talking about me to her husband. I got my phone and blasted my music. They hated my music. But right now, I hated them. I put my makeup on the best I could considering how tired I was. I took the braids out of my hair and fixed it up the best I could. I'm fairly pretty, but definitely not the prettiest. Well, at least I think I'm not very pretty, others disagree. I walked down stairs with my backpack over my shoulder. I grabbed my earbuds and stared at my aunt. "Aunt char will be here shortly" she said. ( my aunt Char is my Legal guardian, my other aunt is really just a family friend but we are close) "do I have to go??!" I whined. I could tell she felt bad for me. The look on her face said it all. "You know you do honey." "Fuck this." I whispered under my breath. "I heard that." She snapped. I gave her a dirty look. In a sarcastic voice I said, "oops" with a disgusted look. The door bell rang and it was my aunt Char. Without a word I shoved past her to the car. I through my stuff in the back and jumped in. They stayed back a while so I listened my music. They finally got in the car and we drive forty-five minutes up to the hospital. We spent a few hours in registration. I had to sign a paper that said I wouldn't share contact information with anyone in the group. ( no one listens to that rule) I was finally brought to the group room and sat with the other kids. It was a long day and boring as hell. The people I met there ( as far as I could tell ) were cool. But the counselors, oh my god they were they annoying. They thought they knew absolutely everything. It pissed me off so bad. By the end of the day I was ready to chuck something at one. It's safe to say, my first day, sucked.