What did she do now?

Chapter 1

"Kat! You need to wake up! You are gonna be late for school again!" I heard Nacy from clear across the house. Today was the first day of school, so of course she was nervous. But then again, she did this every morning that I don't wake up within 10 seconds of my alarm going off. 

"Alright Nacy. I'm up. " I said as I sat up. I put my legs over the side of the bed and stretched my arms up. I stood up and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. I just sat there for a while and let the semi warm run down my body. I didn't  want to go to school. I never have. But I'd rather go there than do nothing all day.

After I got out and made sure my hair was dry, I climbed into my favorite black ripped jeans and royal blue tank top. I pulled on my black combat boots and I completed my look with winged eyeliner and bit of dark red lipstick. I grabbed my bag and my black leather jacket and walked outside to my car. 

"Kat? You forgot something again." Nacy said as she looked at me from the front door, holding my wallet, phone and keys.

"Ah shit. Thanks Nacy. I would've had to walk to school without this.."

"You're welcome. And Kat, don't forget that you have to work tonight." 

"I know Nacy. But I kinda gotta go to school first. "

"Oh yeah. I'm sorry. Have a good day hon!" And with that, Nacy slammed the door in my face. I sighed and walked to my black and blue Dodge Charger. I climbed in, threw my bag in the passenger seat and sped off towards the school.

Nacy was on my mind the entire way there. She's super nice, but she's becoming a bitch again. I guess I should be grateful to her though. Not many people are so willing to put up with my shit 24/7. And she was the only one who would take me in at the time. Cause heaven forbid that a 15 year old with a knife could live on the streets and take care of herself. 

But I guess it's okay. Nacy gives me everything I could ever ask for. She never yells at me for doing drugs or how I dress. She's never yelled at me for smoking or drinking, and she's even helped me to stop cutting. I don't think that I will ever meet someone as awesome as Nacy.

Well, except for my best friend Mia. 

Mia is a little badass, same as me. We do everything together, including getting  drunk on the weekends. We also have most of our classes together. Her boyfriend, Jay, is usually hanging around us too, though he usually leaves the drinking to us.

I pulled into my usual parking spot in the front of the school. I grabbed my bag and keys and slammed the door shut. Mia pulled up beside me and jumped out of the car, wearing her favorite outfit; A tank top and leggings, both black, a red short skirt, red combat boots and a grey leather jacket. It was a pretty strange look, but somehow she could pull it off.

"Morning Trina!" She said as she bumped me in the arm. My really name is Katrina, but most people call me Kat. Except Mia. Mia either calls me Kit Kat or Trina. 

"Morning Mia. How are you?"

"Tired as fuck. I couldn't sleep for shit last night."

"You couldn't sleep or Jay was over?" I said as I gave her a wink

"A little bit of both. Jealous much?"

"Not at all. "

"Good. But you know Kit, you should think about getting yourself a boyfriend." 

"Yeah right. I don't want one. You know that Mia."

"Yeah I guess. But still, maybe this year will be different."

"Whatevs. You ready?" I said holding out my hand

"Hell yeah! Let's do this!" Mia grabbed my other hand and intertwined her fingers with mine as we walked towards the front doors of the school.