-Sierra's Pov-
The sound of a vacuum woke me up at 12:19 pm, it was mom. She suddenly became a morning person, waking up at 6 am, just to clean around the house. Unfortunately for me getting out of bed is an everyday struggle. I've been feeling "out of it" some would say and I agree most of the time. All summer long I've basically been disconnected from my friends and I barely leave the house.Mom came bursting through my door making the most noise with the vacuum. I groaned then sat up looking at her with an annoyed expression. I watched as she poked the switch of the device off and turned towards me.
"Why are you still in bed? Get up already and help out. You never help me with anything. Your so lazy that you wasted your summer break"
She went on and on of how I don't do anything, making me feel worthless.
I don't know wether I should let her finish or just interrupt but I definitely wasn't gonna let myself not say anything.
"I stayed up until 2 last night, I'm not like you, I don't go to bed at 8 and wake up everyday to clean and argue with others. Sure, I don't know what to do with myself but your not helping me feel any better. You never pay attention to me yet you make me miserable"Having that said I finally got up from bed, leaving my room and going to the bathroom. I came out 10 minutes later and went to the kitchen repeating "you wasted your summer break" in my mind.
My mom and I used to be really close but recently I feel our family breaking apart. I haven't seen my cousins in years and my parents argue over the little things.
Looking through the kitchen I realized that there was no snacks or drinks I liked. After finding my car keys I pulled a hoodie over my stomach and kept the hood on. I then grabbed my purse making sure i had my phone with me and left the house.
I dashed for my car as fast as I could, trying to not get soaked by the rain. I started the car up and drove out to a grocery store. Once I got there I parked and gathered my things getting ready to run through the rain again.
As soon as I walked through the door, my hoodie was drenched and I was covered with spots of water all over.
I walked through the sections while picking up chips, candy, and juice. I wandered around the store until I was ready to checkout.
Once I walked up to the cashier I noticed the guy scanning my items was around my age.
"How's your day been?"I shrugged my shoulders.
"Could've been better"
He looked up at me studying my face for a second before he told me my total."How come?" He asked.
I handed him the money and without thinking I said
"my mom and I had an argument"
He was surprised by my answer.
After a few blinks of his eyes he asked
"Don't you go to the same school as me?"
I studied his face and realized he looked familiar.
I nodded"I remember you! Your the girl that my friends bullied last year! Sierra isn't that you?"
Never did I think I would be recognized as a girl that somebody bullies. But it happened. I quickly become red in the face and just wanna go home.I grab the two bags and refuse to look back at him.
"I gotta go" I simply stated.
I started making my way out to my car without noticing that he had ran out after me. The rain stopped but it remained dark outside."Hey, did I say something wrong?"
I opened the trunk, setting the bags down.
"Just that your friends with my bullies. Not like it's a big deal or anything" I said sarcastically.
I closed the trunk and walked to the car door.
"Im sorry they bully you. I'll talk to them about you next time I see them. Get them to leave you alone as soon as school starts?I opened the car door and sat down closing it behind me.
"Really? Thanks that would mean a lot""Your welcome and hey, your too beautiful to be getting beaten up"
We smiled at each other until I pulled out of the parking spot and headed home. On my way there I wondered if he had a crush on me. It seemed like it to me but then again my last relationship was just terrible, so what do I know?
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You're My Home • N.G fanfic •
Teen Fiction"Home is where your heart is" •language warning•