Broken Melody; A Day In The Life Of A Dork [COMPLETED]

Broken Melody; A Day In The Life Of A Dork. Chapter 3

Chapter 3: A New Life, A New Friend

"Ow!" I protested, dropping my hair straightener to the ground as my finger throbbed. That was the second time I had done it this morning. 

This isn't working, I thought to myself, why do I even bother? Why do I even bother trying to impress someone that didn't even notice me, that shoves my head down a toilet? Why should I even care? Who was I dressing up for anyway?

The answer was left unanswered. Painfully unanswered.

With a sigh, I turned my straightener off and shoved it in my drawer, cradling my burnt finger to my chest. It was the first time I'd ever used the straightener in about four years. Before that, I didn't really care what I looked like. I lived to please no one.

"10 minutes, Lily!" Bettie, my foster mother, yelled from the kitchen. My eyes popped open.

"Ten minutes?!" I hissed. Where had all my time gone?

I frantically searched through my wardrobe for something to wear (I still had my pyjamas on.) Of course, I found nothing that pleased me, just old hand-me-downs with flower prints on them and hoodies that were ten times my size. My foster parents would usually spend all their money on Lewis, my foster-brother, and I would end up with the short end of the straw. I felt like Harry Potter with his Uncle. I was still waiting for the letter that would send me to Hogwarts. Grabbing whatever I could find, I dashed to the bathroom down the hall, my feet tingling with the cold of the morning.

"Lewis! Get outta there you twerp!" I yelled through the door, banging my fist on it with all my strength. The bathroom door opened and Lewis stood in the doorway, his blonde hair mussled and in a dizzy array.

"What's the rush?" He smirked, still blocking my way.

"Lewis, if you don't move in less than 5 seconds, I will literally roll you, down a hill. Do you know how much that hurts?"

He held his hands up. "Calm down, sis. My hair is worth every second of the time I spend on it." He strutted down the hallway and slammed his bedroom door shut. I hated when he called me that. I didn't want to be related to him at all.

"I swear I'm gunna rip his hair out." I muttered to myself, slamming the door.

I changed and checked my hair in the mirror, scowling at my failed attempt. It looked worst than it had before, like someone had dyed a mop black and shoved it on my head.

"Lily Rose!" I heard my foster father's voice then, which made me panic. "You're not still doing your hair, are you?"

I wish I was, I thought, scurrying out of the bathroom. I yanked my bag off its hanger and ran out of my room. "I'm coming!" I yelled back, bouncing into the kitchen.

Not even bothering to say hi to my Foster-Freaks, I flew out the front door. It was a cold morning.

"Morning, Daisy," I addressed my yellow Volkswagen Buggy. Some of the dust shimmered off as I whacked the top of it. "Ready to go?"

It squealed as I gunned it to life. Lucky the law permits in this town were different, I thought as I glanced out the window at the storm clouds. Lucky we could get our licenses at sixteen. I hated the thought of walking in that weather.

The song on the radio was familiar, so I turned up the dial, only to hear a crackly, muffled sound in return.

"Stupid piece of junk," I said, slamming my hand on the dashboard. Lewis had already picked out his own car, a Porsche, but of course I'd gotten the crappy car. I wasn't good enough. I was never good enough.