Faded [ON HOLD]

1. Motherfucking Dickhead

Chapter 1.

"URGHHHHHHH." I growl as I see my chocolate flavoured Starbucks coffee flow all over my new yellow top. Ouch, that hurt. Not the fact that my new top was spoilt, but the fact that my favourite Starbucks was now a waste.

I quickly keep my phone and bag aside and walk into my bathroom with a black top.

"Sweetie, you ready? We are leaving in 2 minutes and 20 seconds, hurry up!" Pops shouts from downstairs. Oh, please don mind that, my father is actually a great fan of accuracy. That's what makes him such a successful businessman.

I come out of the bathroom and take a quick glance of myself at the mirror, Hmm...I hope I look okay. I tell myself, picking up my bag and running downstairs.

"Come on, lets go?" I ask Pops and indicate towards our car. "Yeah." He replies and brushes his hands through his wavy hair. Even in his forties, he obviously doesn't fail to make women in our neighbourhood go all 'Awwwwwwwwwww such a handsome cutie' over him. Let me tell you, if he was to be my age and was not my dad, I would definitely date him.

Now don't compare me with Donald Trump.

It takes us only fifteen minutes to reach my school. Or, new school to be precise. It's my first day, not only of the eleventh grade, but also in this school. I sigh, both in relief and also with a pinch of nervousness. Hope this place allows me and Pops to live a new life. Not hope, Lily, make it come true.

As I try to get out of my car, Pops quickly pulls me inside.

"What?" I ask with disgust. "You have taken everything?" He asks.

"Umm...Yup!" I reply and make a confused face. He smirks and picks up something from behind. "Are you sure?" He asks again as I see my blue water bottle in his hand.

Oh, I don't how I will live and survive in this cruel world without my dad. He basically takes care of everything and doesn't forget anything. "You must grow up, sweetie." He says and puts the bottle in my bag. "I have Pops, and I can take care of myself." Lies, lies, lies. "I don't think you have to behave like mom over my small mistakes." I continue.

Mom.

Oh. My. God. I can already see the changing expression on his face. He frowned and looked away, as if trying to control the already forming tears in his eyes. Why cant I keep my fucking mouth shut?

"I'm sorry." The words slip out of my mouth. I cant see him like this. "It's okay. Anyways, I can see you are getting late. Don't you think its stupid to get late for your first day in eleventh grade? Grow up." Pops says, indicating towards the gates, which has a board on top of it in bold italics 'Greenwood Oriental High School'.

"Hell!" I quickly get out of my car and wave him goodbye. He does the same and pulls the car outside the school. I turn around and see a lot, and by that, I mean A LOT of teenagers walking here and there. Ooooh, this place already looks interesting to me. But I decide to check my makeup and hair before making my 'Grand Entrance' that is, before entering the hallway. I pull out my pocket mirror and open it. Makeup, Check. Hair, Check. I tell myself. I put it in my bag and just as I took one more step further, a powerful wave of wind completely ruins my well-combed hair, which had literally taken 20 minutes to make. Oh, not a great start of high school.

I just can't believe how much bad luck prevails in my life. First, my whole new cute yellow dress got spoilt, and I couldn't even take a sip of my Starbucks too. Second, my hair, which took half an hour of making, is now ruined. Great, fucking great.

I quickly try to make my hair again as I walk into the hallway. My first class is in room number 47. But, where is it?

Oh, I forgot to ask Kiara about it and now I have to find it myself.