Left to the flames (Book 1)

Chapter 1

"C'mon kiddo, Wake up!" My dad shakes me lightly, I groan and roll over on my stomach shoving my face into my pillow; and a muffled 'No' comes out,
"C'mom kid, it's your first day of high school." He says shaking me a little harder, 'MmMm Nooo' I muffle out again wrapping the blankets tighter around me. Trying to secure the warmth around me and continue sleeping, "Kennya get your ass out of bed now!" He growls, ripping the covers off of me.

"Daddd-," I whine, as a blast of cold air hits my bare skin. My pajamas were a pair of thin cotton dark blue polkadot booty shorts and a tight thin grey v-neck t-shirt,

"Why can't you wear more clothes to bed?" He rolls his eyes questioning me crossing his arms over his bulky chest.

"Because this is my room," I grumble back trying to grab my covers, but he jerks them away from me.

"I'm not leaving this room until you get your ass out of that damn bed, and you're standing up." He raises his eyebrows at me, standing up and rubbing my tired eyes, and trudging over to my en-suit bathroom I stand up mumbling incoherent curse words at him. Before going in, I turn around and look at my dad whose staring down at his phone a small smile playing on his lips.

"My butt is standing up and walking into the Bathroom you can go away now you turd." I scowl at him, he looks up and laughs at me turning to walk out.

"I don't think I'll ever have a normal teenage daughter... not that I'm complaining. " He sighs closing the door behind him, I walk into my bathroom closing the door behind me; turning on scolding hot water, undressing and jumping in. I let the hot water calm my aching stressed muscles, I let out a sigh quickly washing my hair and body shaving the areas that were prickly then rinse off.

I turn the water off stepping into the extremely steamy room and wrap a soft towel around my body. I wipe my hand across the mirror looking at myself; My skin was extremely red because of the water but usually it was a fair palish color, my dark brown hair almost looked black in the drippy wetness of it; it shaped my round face and high cheek bones, my face was clear of blemishes.

My green eyes looked bigger without makeup and my big pink lips looked dry and chapped. I was mainly happy with my face now then my eyes moved down I wasn't short I was about 5"5 but my towel must've been small because I could see my scarred thighs and the large darker pink scars popped out on my paler legs. I squeezed my eyes shut and looks away thinking of the scars across my chubby stomach and wrists. I clench my jaw and storm out of the Bathroom and over to my closet.

I grab a cute white, brown and black patterned sweater with a pair of stone washed light blue Jean shorts luckily they covered the scars on my thighs and I paired the outfit with white toms; throwing on the outfit quickly I go back into the Bathroom with a deep breath and blow dry and curl my dark brown hair.