F*** My Life. A kidnapping story...

☆ Chapter One ☆

Mornings are wonderful aren't they? The sun shining into your eyes, blinding you with it's... Blinding light. Birds, chirping and singing out side the freaking window. And of course, the mother, who gently nudges her chicks out of the nest, and allows them to gracefully fall down and fly.

Well, lets got one thing straight ... I'm not a god damned bird.

"Damn it Sharon! I gave you more than enough time to get ready this morning!" My father yelled. My face remained neutral but anger was brimming at the seams, now, I would usually initiate a screaming battle but I needed a lift to school- and I didn't feel like walking.

I side-stepped my rampaging father to put on my new shoes, well, flip-flops. They were super cute, caramel brown in color with beads on the strap, I was really proud of myself when I earned enough money I buy them all by myself-

*SNAP*

The sound startled me. One moment I was admiring the shoes I had just bought, and the next, I was watching the beads on my flip-flop strap roll around freely.

"Holy mother f--- UGG!" I huffed in frustration. "My fuckin- my- GOD DAMN-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence Sharon, you know not to use the lords name in vain." My dad was a strict catholic, in case you haven't noticed.

"But my fricken flip-flop broke!" Shoving the useless material away I jogged upstairs to find a new pair of shoes.

"Oh boo hoo! Some kids don't even have shoes Sharon! You have PLENTY so just pick one!" My dad yelled after me. Sometimes I wish I had two hip and cool parents, ones that under stood my sadness of never flaunting my beautiful new shoes.

Grabbing another pair of shoes, this time white wedges with yellow flowers, I looked in my full length mirror. It's spirit week at my high school, in which I am a softmore, and today was dress day.

Spirit week is the week that leads up to homecoming, a whole week of themes like 'Hippy day' and 'Camo day', today is 'Dress day'; for guys it was 'Tie day'. So in other words, everyone's basically going to look super spiffy today.

I myself had on a strapless white dress with a yellow sash around my waist, a loose bow in the back with no access ribbon. It's one of those 'high-low' dresses that I have found myself fond of. My brown, nearly black, hair is medium length, the soft, natural, waves stoping above my breasts.

Since I'm half Asian, my eyes were a bit squinted- my mom is Asian while my dad's German, weird combo right?- I was glad I had long eyelashes, but my squinty eyes hid most of the length. I wore no make up because I was too lazy to take any off, and no way was I getting pimples because I forgot to wipe off some stupid eye liner. So lip gloss is my best friend at the moment.

I wasn't super skinny but I wasn't fat, I was a soft medium with a squishy tummy. I love my tummy by the way.. It's so soft...anyway! I'm about 5'3" 1/4 but with my shoes, a sold 5'4".

As I'm basking in the glory that is myself, my dad decided to hit the road.

"SHARON! Don't make me go all Ozzy Osborne on you! Let's go you're wasting time!... SHAROOON!"

"JESUS CHRIST, I'M NOT DEAF! I CAN HEAR YOU!" I yelled, curse him and his Ozzy Osborne impersonation. The second I got down stairs a rough slap hit the back of my head.

"I TOLD you not to use the lord's name in vain! Now you'll have to do EXTRA prayer tonight!" I rubbed the back of my head, grumbling and lifting up my back pack as I walk towards the door. But then something blocks me. Or rather... Someone.

"Hey mom..."

"Don't you 'hey mom' me! I asked you to water my garden and wash the dishes last night! And I see none of it is done!" My mom, the tiny Asian lady, yells. Crossing her arms to look intimidating, to me it's just annoying.