"Ronny, wake up !"
Get out of my room, I'm tired of you walking in here without permission. I mean what if I was sleeping naked or a mother's worst nightmare: masturbating. Huh! How dare I even mention it! But honestly.
" Ronny, get up, I need you to clean the house."
Ya, how 'bout no. Even if I did do it, the house would look almost the same; I'm not talking about a light summer cleaning either. I'm talking about cleaning a house that hasn't gotten that in like two months, and it would be like that in a matter of weeks because " mommy" never cleans the house when I'm at school.
'This sucks. You're supposed to relax on Saturday.'
"If you're no up in ten minutes you're getting water to the head."
'Just leave Venessa.'
Going, going, gone. Finally.
Tossing the covers across my body, I prepare to: have no breakfast, take in between orders and deal with her bullshit. I don't get recognition for doing it: she does.
'Why? Why did I take the fucking bar?'
Since I slept in today's attire, no need to get dressed. T- shirt and jeans are enough.Are there any reasons to look in the mirror? Even if there isn't, a glance doesn't hurt. I do it every morning and I regret it; every time I realize I'm wearing her dog tag.
I want her with me.
" Get moving or I'll make you like your girlfriend."
'Shut the fuck up Venessa. No one wants to hear it'
~Next day~
Yay! Sunshine and school on the same day - fantastic. Can't wait, note the sarcasm.
~Skip till lunch~
"Have you heard that Trever's having a party since his parents out of town?"
I hate the constant spread of stupid shit like this. It's all I ever hear nowadays.
"Hay! Earth to - fuck it." He quickly finishes saying before Brad steals my glasses.
" Anyway, as I was saying, you should come to one of my games or we should go to that party that everyone's' talking about.I mean, you're seventeen and not once, have you at least seen one."
Fine, I'll see if I can get permission, whatever gets you to shut up."
"Alright!"
"Ya, ya, ya, you're lucky we're as thick as thieves; otherwise I wouldn't ever even consider it."
"I know. You hate social contact."
'What he don't know won't hurt him.'
'I miss her so much.'
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Star Nights Gaze
Короткий рассказImagine your self sitting. Watching a TV; holding a bucket of popcorn seeing everything go down. The show is two families and how their lives played out. A girl with issues meets a drug dealer that didn't even want the job.
