Let it be

Blob of nothing

Dear Lennon,

I am in anger management class again.

Rachel's nose is broken from what I did. Miley not the twerking one is of course mad at me. Miss Stephanie secretly fears all of us and by us I mean me. Great just fucking great.

We were outside playing football yup ya heard me right football and we were awesome and by we I mean me. Sorry I just realized I sounded like a cocky bitch.

"Rachel help Annabelle out and Annabelle help Miley out," our coach Danny yelled. I nodded and pulled my helmet on. The only thing that got me mad about this football thing was that we had to wear this revealing outfit our shorts made our butts almost hangout. The fucker who made these outfits are perverts.

Of course there were guys, college guys who passed by whistling. I hated it with a passion.

"Hey you!! You with the pink hair nice ass honey come over here!," some college ass wipe.

"That's it I'm done!," I yell stalking off to where he is.

"Yeah that's right baby come to papa!," he beckons me once I'm there I grab him by the neck and bring him to my height.

"Listen here you perv unless you want this football shoved forty feet up your ass I suggest you quit your fucking lame attempts at flirting and two honey I will end and can tackle you," I whisper.

"I like me feisty," he chuckles. Thats it I throw myself at him hands going instantly to his neck.

"Annabelle no!!," miss Stephanie yells calling the guards again.

"You bitch!," he hisses.

"You asshat get the fuck off our property!," I yell at him.

The guards pull me away from him and I find myself kicked out of the class. I call Seth and he shows up in his pick up truck.

"Sup," I greet him.

"Hey so I heard you got kicked out?," he quirks an eyebrow. I sigh.

"It's a long story," I say.

"Tell me I got time," he says starting up the car. He pulls out of the parking lot and we head to my next class ADD.

I tell him everything and I mean everything and I can tell he isn't to happy and he knows I don't like jealous boys so he is clenching his fists and his knuckles are white.

"Asshole," he mutters. We pull into the building in which the ADD class will be held.

"Bye," I say.

"Oh wait when we get back home after this class Alice has an announcement," he says before driving off.

I head into the building. It smells like medicine almost like a hospital weirdly. I check in and head into the first room on my right.

"Welcome Annabelle take a seat next to Harper," my teacher says pointing at some red head who's smiling.

I take my seat knowing what's coming next.

"I want all of you to introduce yourselves," she instructs and starts with the people on her right.

"My names Peter I'm forty five and I'm an alcoholic," Peter says.

"Hi Peter," the class says except for me, fucking robots they are.

"I'm Harper and I'm twenty eight and I'm an alcoholic," she says and blah blah blah 'hi hHarper shit goes on.

"My names Annabelle I'm seventeen and before you go gasping oh shit she's to young to be drinking well honey check your children's drawers you will be surprised and according to my fucking doctor I am an alcoholic and don't say 'hi Annabelle' and all that shit I don't want to hear it! Ok? And don't cross me I will punch you either in the vagina or you're balls," I say simply and rest my head on my hands.

No one says Annabelle perfect they get it.

Hours pass and our introductions are short and well living, well mine was long and frightening and my hair was in a Mohawk so yeah. I didn't bother calling Seth and took the bus home.

"I'm home bitches!!," I scream.

"Oh she's here, how come you didn't call me to pick you up?," Seth asks .

"I took the bus home," I say resting my head on his lap.

"Alice is coming back from the doctors soon," Sandra says. I nod.

Like fucking magic the door opens and my mom and Alice come through the door. Yeah since they're both pregnant they went to the doctors for the same reason. To know the sex of the baby.

"Which baby momma first?," I ask yawning and Seth pets my head in a weird way since my Mohawk is in the way and it hurts but I'm trying to be 'successful in this relationship'.

"Me," my mom says