Expect the Un-Expected

Expect the Unexpected ~ Unknown Texts. (edited)

"The LORD God tolerates no rival; he punishes those who oppose of him"

-BIBLE. The book of Nahum.

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Expect the Unexpected ~ Unknown Texts.

Hey, I'm Bea Norris. I have an weird last name and people think it's funny. To be honest, it doesn't bother me. I'm 17 and I live with my mother, stepfather, nan, little brother and older sister. I'm from Hertfordshire and to be truthful it's really boring. And even though I seem like a weirdo, there's more to me than what meets the eye...

Okay but now I need to concentrate. I peel my eyes open. Ahh nooo, I feel like a vampire, BRIGHT LIGHTSSS! I immediately closed them again. Ohh unicorn. Wait, why is there a unicorn? Must be falling asle-

"GET YOUR LAZY BUTT OUT OF BED!"

Ughh. Seriously? I unwillingly open my eyes and glance at my clock. Well merde. I still have like 30 mins to get ready. I think I will just la-

"GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

Can't she just (to be blunt) shut. The. Fuck. Up.

"Cominggg"

I moan, I get up, rub my eyes and stretch. Ahhhhh. Mann that feels goooooooddd. I pad across my room and open my door, I'm about to walk down (leg half way up, about the take the step) when -

-"YOU LAZY CHILD!"

Happens, and - surprise, surprise - makes me jump. I'm not even a child - what the?! Combined with this, my awkward position makes me loose balance. I fall and feel my back scrape against every step. Bang bang bang bang BANG.

Double fuck. My toe hit painful against the cupboard. As I go to examine it, I hit my head against the corner of the wall. Oww. My ears are ringing.

I get up again and - very painfully - traipse into the kitchen to see my Nan eating my cereal. Little firetrucker. Who on earth (apart from my nan) shouts insults at stupid o' clock this morning. She wasn't even shouting for a damn mreason.

I glare at her and feel my back. Meh, the damage isn't anything bad, at least compared to what I'm used to. As I go to reach for the cupboard and get my Krave - mmmm - I see blood on my hand. Ugh. What's that? Please tell me you understand that that, my friend... was sarcasm.

Oh look, it's the blood I got from falling down the stairs and scraped my back. When I had touched my back and got it on my hands. I glare at the old witch - or nan (either works) - again. Now, I'm not that bothered by the pain, it's just the fact that it was caused by her hollering for no god dam reason. I'm not that bothered about pain because of my job. I mean it would make any sense right? Plus, on top of my job, I used to cut.

Anywhore, I ignore the blood and proceed making my cereal.

Kraveeeeee. Gahd, it tastes so good. Im probably late but fudge it. After I finish preparing my cereal I settle down at the table and eat. I swear, it's like a mini orgasm in my mouth.

Ewww. Okay, that sounded gross. You know what I mean though? I shovel the food down my throat, as I realise that I must of been having my 'foodgasm' for longer than I expected. Well shit. 5 mins is enough time to get ready. Right?

I quickly get up and place my bowl into the dishwasher, not so gracefully. Running around look for my things I realise I'm late. Ughhh. I'm late every day; well for school I am. I don't really care though: after school I'm not going to become anything. I already have a job. For that, I'm never late. Unless being dead appeals to you. Which to me... it really doesn't. I will never be late. There's too much stuff I want to do and see. Sure,I've been to loads of places but that's because of my job. While I'm doing my job I'm completely focused therefore I have no time to sight-see. I get dressed into my boring school attire before I quickly brush my teeth and I'm disappear.