The Letters

Chapter One

"Vallerie! Vallerie wake up! You're going to be late for school!" my dad yelled from down the hallway. This is what I wake up to every day. My dad yelling at me that I'm going to be late for school because I was up all night.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm up."

I looked around my room. I was laying on my XL Twin sized bed with a dull comforter, in my small bedroom with dull paint, no pictures or shelves on the walls. The only things in my room were my bed, my dresser, my desk for homework, a fluffy chair, and a full length mirror leaned against the wall. There was one window that looks out to our luxurious backyard.

"Vallerie, I hope you know it's already six!"

I looked over at my alarm clock. 5:52. Ugh. I had to be out the door to catch the bus at 6:40. No, I don't have a car. I'm sixteen, going to be seventeen in a few months, and I don't have a car. My dad isn't rich so it's not like he can just buy me whatever I want whenever I want. Anything I want that isn't needed, I have to buy with my own money. I bought my iPhone with my own money, I buy my own clothes, and yes, I do have a job. My father pays for my lunch and breakfast at school. If I want to go into town and I have to take a bus, I have to pay with my own money. I guess you could just say I'm not a spoiled brat like the majority of the kids at my school.

I unwillingly got up out of bed and dragged my feet over to my closet. I picked out one of my favorite outfits. A blue tank top with lace on the edges, a white, loose, flowy vest with a collar, a pair of ripped skinny jeans with purple and blue flowers, and a pair of black flats with bows on them. I unbraided my hair from last night and parted it to the right.

I walked out of my bedroom and walked down the hallway to our small bathroom. I washed my face and dried it with a towel hanging on the towel rack. I grabbed my concealer off the shelf and applied some under my eyes. No matter how much sleep I get, I always seem to look tired. I put some light powder over the concealer to make it look less... shiny, I guess. I have natural blush on my cheeks and I have thick lashes so I don't really ever wear any other makeup.  

I went back to my bedroom and looked in the mirror to make sure I at least looked decently presentable. I don't have a perfect body, by all means, but I was curvy. I have decent boobs and a nice butt. I'm about five foot seven. I guess I'm pretty. My friends tell me I am, and so does my dad. My nose kind of stick out, I hate it. I'm not chubby, I have a flat stomach but the only muscle there is from laughing so hard with my friends. I'm quite lazy. The only exercise I do is rarely riding my bike in the summer with my dog.

I walked down the stairs into the kitchen and looked at the clock on the stove. 6:30. I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door. As I started walking down the driveway, I remembered I had forgot my homework on my desk. I looked at my iPhone. 6:35. Crap. I sat my backpack down and jogged back to the house.

When I said I don't exercise, I wasn't joking. The 300 foot run had me out of breath. I absolutely hate running. Anyways, I opened the door and ran up the stairs. 

"Didn't you already leave, Vallerie? What'd you forget?" my dad called to me.

I opened my bedroom door. I was right, my homework was laying on my desk right where I left it. I grabbed it in a hurry and ran back down the stairs. 

I called back to my dad, "Forgot my homework! I gotta go, I'll see you after school."

"Bye, honey!"

I ran back down the driveway and picked up my backpack. It was still dark out. I looked down the dirt road and seen headlights coming. Just in time, I thought. I got my headphones out of my backpack and wrapped them around my iPhone. The bus pulled up and I walked up the stairs.