Crickets Life

Chapter 1

"Get up mutt," I heard my supposed brother yell at me. I literally hate mornings, they are the worst part of any day. After about 5 minutes of me not responding to Connor, I heard my door opening and then I was drenched from head to toe with ice cold water.

"What the fuck Connor," I yelled at him.

"Get the fuck up! The bus is coming in the next 10 minutes. So I would suggest getting your black ass in the damn shower."

He always talked to me like this. Ever since our dad, Jeremiah, found me by Cricket Creek. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Cricket James and im the girl who nobody likes because I don't look the same as anyone. I have a caramel skin tone with hazel eyes and curly light brown hair.

Our mom Patricia left when we were five with a bartender that she met. So it was just me, Connor, and dad. Connor was the most affected because he was the closest to her. She didn't really like me much. Dad was, and still is the only one who truelly cared about and for me.

So I finally got out of bed to get dressed for school and to dry my hair thanks to the bastard that I call my brother. I chose to wear a pair of dark washed ripped skinny jeans, a floral tank top, a brown leather jacket, and some tall brown boots. SInce it was the middle of fall I chose to also wear a black infinity scarf.

I headed downstairs to grab something quick and easy for breakfast. I try not to leave my room that often because Connor always finds a to hurt me and makes it look like I was just being clumsy. As I am running i feel myself tripping over something. I hit the floor super hard and i tried to catch myself but i threw my hands out too late. I look up and see Connor smirking, "Hurry up mutt you don't want to be late do you?"

I felt instant pain in my stomach due to him kicking me after telling me to hurry up. I also then had a jolting pain in my nosefrom my face smacking on the floor. I touch my nose and feel that its bleeding profusely. Good thing that I keep wet wipes and asprin in my purse for when this happens, I thought.

Finally, I get outside to catch the bus when I see it rolling past me. "Dammit," I yell while waving my arms so that the bus driver can spot me. 

Jesus, I fucking hate Connor.