The Outlaw's Fairy Tale

Chapter 5: Cliché, I know

*Beep beep beep*

Ughhh.

I flung my alarm clock across the room - probably breaking it in the process - groaning, I pulled the bedcover over my head. I hate mornings, I hate Mondays, I hate school, I hate people. But if I stay home, Tessy will definitely kill me.
I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyelids and once I cleaned myself up, showered, changed, I dragged my legs as far as they could take me - the aroma filled kitchen. Tessy flipping pancakes, Dylan and Kyle eating cereal. I slumped on a barstool rubbing my temples, muttering to myself.

"Good morning!" Kyle chirped.
Stupid morning person.

"Grr ugh gah bleh."

Yes, that's all my sleepy state could mutter before my head hit the kitchen isle with a loud 'thud'.

Tessy chuckled, sliding a plate of pancakes to me. "Lexi, hear you go. Blueberry just for you."

"Why does she get blueberry?!" Dylan whined.

"Cause I'm special." I stuck my tongue out at him, while Kyle snickered and Tessy, just shaking her head. I scuffed down the pancakes before drinking a glass of water.

"Slow down Lexi. I don't want you to get a stomach ache." Tessy ordered.

"I can't help it. I'm a growing girl!"

Tessy was honestly an amazing mom. After I bounced about between six foster homes, I landed up here four years ago and she made me feel so welcomed and loved. Her husband left her when Kyle was just born, she had to work two jobs, one at a bakery and the other at the supermarket a couple of blocks away. She did everything she could to support this family, sometimes work double and triple shifts.

I met Dylan about six years ago, when he found me attempting to pickpocket him. He laughed it off and promised to teach me his 'extraordinary' ways to make more money. Truth be told, Kyle could rob better. So we, and by we I mean mostly me, improvised and made our own set of plans and tactics. Once I moved in, we created such a nuisance in town and three years ago we started dealing drugs which brought in a lot of cash.

"Well I'm off to work." Tessy hugged us all before heading for the door.

"I'm out too." I announced as I grabbed my backpack and leather jacket, "Dylan I'm taking your car."

"What? No! You touch my baby I swear I will ki-"

That's about all I heard till I slammed the door.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I walked into school, and headed over to my locker. Just as I pulled my books out, the sound of extremely high heels clicking to the floor, cut off my thoughts. I sighed, she had nothing better to do, did she?

"Alexis."

A high pitched nasal voice greeted me. I groaned and slammed my locker. For every protagonist, we have the antagonist, in my case, it is the airheaded bimbo who forced down a cheerleading outfit, with plastic parts and heavy make up. Cliché, I know.

I leaned against the locker, crossing my arms. I did not deserve to face this fake Barbie, especially on a Monday.

"Brittany, I've told you countless times, unless you want to see your fake extensions being ripped out of that brainless head of yours, you do not associate with me, ever." I flicked my hair over my shoulder triumphantly.

My comebacks are getting good by the hour.

She huffed at me, "Look here Spark, I wouldn't be caught dead associating with a pathetic lowlife like you..."