Who Needs Time?

Chapter One

"Take out the trash, you filthy rat!" my 'mom' screeched at me.
"But mom! I did it last night!"
"I don't care idiot! Now shut up and take out the stinkin' trash!"

Days like these, I wonder if they really care about me, or if they only wanted child experience. Luckly for them, we live in a country where you don't have to pay to have an adopted child, that is, if I am even adopted...

"Have you done it yet?!!" my 'father' hollered at me.
"No, my oh-so-loving father!" I said, trying to both add some sort of hint of -gag- love, and kindness. As if!

As I take the trash out, I hear my 'parents' saying, "That good for nothing girl... she knows the way to go about it... outside WITH NO FRIENDS UNTIL DINNER!" My 'father' had no trouble ensuring I had heard that last part.

I pulled out my cheap-o phone that my friend gave me, and texted her. She was super kind as to buy me a phone, even if it it only calls and texts. At least my parents un-knowingly fund my data stuff. They pay me 25 cents per chore. It gives me enough money to keep my phone activated.

"Hey Athena! Up to hang? They had me take out the trash again... you know, same ol' same ol'. Anyways, text me soon please!"

She responds, as usual, about 10-30 seconds later.

"Sure! Meet at same place?" she asks.
"As always" I respond with a sigh.

I walked all the way to our secret hide out. Why was I not surprised when none other than Nash Bird was trying to guess the passcode? Oh yeah, he does that all the time.

"Why don't you just give up?" I joked with him like this a lot.
"What's wrong with a dude trying to see a girl's hiding.... okay I see why now... but Im still not giving up!" He joked. I playfully pushed him aside, opening the door.
"Bye!" I exclaimed as I closed the door. I turned around and was grateful to see that Athena hasn't arrived yet. I scrambled around, setting up tea and crackers. The moment I flopped down on our sleeping bag and bean bag couch, she entered, saying the same to Nash as I did. She grinned and turned around to set up, but saw I beat her to it.
"Dang it, Milly!" She joked. I hopped up and pulled her beanbag away from our plastic table, gesturing for her to sit. She sat, and I pushed the table to her. Then I sat down, poured her some sweet iced tea, gave her some Ritz crackers, and then helped my self.
"So, what's today's topic?" Athena asked.
"Well, what do you think it is?" I genuinely asked her. After pondering for a minuet or two she guessed music. I delightedly shook my head as if to say 'nope!'. She guessed again, this time targeting my 'parents'.
"Nope!" I replied merrily. "Give up?"

"Love the new couch by the way! Your parents are the best! Way better than mine..." I said.