My Perfect Life?

My life is so messed up

This world is clearly messed up.

Or is it just my life that's messed up?

Shoving my backpack over my shoulder I step out of my house and quickly run up to my letterbox and grab the contents.

Hmm, Creme magazine subscription, school fine, government stuff. What do they want this time?! More money?

Dropping the mail just inside the door I make my way out of my driveway and run along the street towards my bus stop. Almost there. . . and the bus doors close before continuing down the road and out of sight. “NOOOOOO!” I wail loudly, causing people to stare at me in the street. “what are you looking at?” I snapped at an old grandma who was looking at me weirdly. She shuffled away as I hoisted my bag higher up on my shoulder and walked back to my house.

Looking down at my phone I start up on a run again and soon arrive back at my house.

“Desperate times come for desperate things” I mumbled under my breath or something like that. Clicking the door open to my garage I spot my baby hidden in the shadows.

It's been a long time since I've used you, I put the midnight blue motorbike into gear and swing out onto the road. Helmet strapped on and rearing down the roads I make it to school with around a minute to spare.

Shoving the bike into the schools bike shed and paying the security guard his usual pay I shove the keys in my pocket and stride further on into school. The stupid security guard is making me pay him for not telling the dean about me using the bike shed for 2 reasons.

1. Because last time I used it a couple of months ago I blew it up

2. Because we are not allowed to bring motorbikes into school or some crap rule like that.

Shoving yesterdays books into my locker and the motor bike helmet I forgot to give to security now safely stowed behind the school steps I have approximately. . . 25 seconds to get to class.

Sprinting through corridors and 'accidentally' pushing my history teacher out of the way and I run into maths with 2 seconds to spare.

1... 2...

BRING! 

That's the bell.

. . . . . 

“OMIGOSH! Lola we didn't see you before school did you arrive late or something?” Celia rushes through that sentence while sitting down with us and opening her bag. “Nah. Just asked mum if she could take me to school today, that's all” I lied. The others all believe me and continue with their lunches. I swear I wouldn't lie if I could. But to keep my family under control and the police off my back I would do anything.

. . . . .

Walking back to the shed after school and retrieving my bike I put it into gear and speed home, carfully not trying to go over the speed limit. 

Unstrapping my helmet and heading into the house I pick up the mail I left on the floor and sit down at my table. Shoving the magazine aside I continue with going through my school fines. Bounding up the stair to my parents room I go into my mum's wardrobe, behind the suitcase, through the little trap door into the cellar where I keep all of the most important things the police can never find:

My mum's handbag filled with her money, credit cards, phone, plus all her makeup crap

Thousands of recent receipts that need to be kept hidden

Dad's old handgun

The ignored letters from school asking about my parents

The disguise I wear to go to the bank get money from my mothers card

All the pieces of paper from me practising my parents' signatures

And all the photos we own are posted all over the cellar, hanging from string on the roof, everywhere. If you enter the house you won't see any photos in their frames. I put quotes and my art in the empty ones that were left over from the photo raid. 

Grabbing mum's checkbook out of her purse I take a pen and scribble out their signatures and put in the credit card numbers i know by memory onto the slip. putting the letter and the check back into the envelope I exit the cellar and go upstairs to my room. The posters are everywhere. I stupidly left my window open when I have posters taped all over my blue walls. Picking up the shredded pieces of my favourite bands I close the window and sprint outside the house and down to the post office. I've never had the courage to buy a computer so I do everything the old fashioned way. 

Panting and slipping the letter into the box I walk home and grab a cookie before going to bed and tearing down the rest of my posters and chucking them in the bin. Falling asleep to the sound of rain now falling down heavily outside my window.

A/N: hey guys I would really like your opinions on this story so pleae comment, vote? PLEASE!