"Hey wake up." I groan as I slowly open my eyes to my wakening annoyance. AKA. Maya, my best friend. I look over at my alarm clock it's seven o'clock. Is she fricken nuts? I could just kill her right now. After I sit up, realization kicks in.
"I...how in the hell did you get in my house?" I said obviously frustrated. The sun was just coming up and beaming through my curtains, I glance away.
"Oh. You left the door unlocked. You know you shouldn't do that. I could have been a stranger!" She continues on and on rambling away. I hear a noise come from my "mother figure's" room. You see I call my mother my "Mother figure" and her husband my "step Loser". They are both horrible people and I wish them nothing but a slow painful death.
Standing up quickly I cover her mouth with my hand, we stand still until the noise stops and then I let her go.
"Okay, I get it. What do you want?" I lay back on the bed and start to close my eyes to relax. If she doesn't leave we'll both be dead.
"I only have an hour or so before my regents so hurry!"
"What the hell?" I groan being way too tired for this.
"Come on! We're going to the water." She tries to pull me out of bed but she's too tiny to even lift me an inch. I hear more movement coming from the other room. Damn it! If they find her here, I won't hear the end of it! I roll out of bed and shove her out of my room, putting my fingers to my lips to warn her to be silent. I quickly tiptoe to my dresser and pick my outfit for the day. It is about eighty degrees out and almost summer here. I pull out a black tank top that looks rather good on me, having my cleavage showing but just barely. I then put on a pair of my favorite blue faded shorts which fit perfectly and hugs nicely to my hips; making my legs look long and sexy. I then put on some make up to help my undeserving features and brush my hair through. I put my necklace on and I sense that Maya is becoming bored. I grab Maya by the arm and push her outside, quietly so that my mother figure and her husband would not wake up.
We walked down to where the dead end sign was. I stopped her. "Have you gone mad?" She shuffles her feet in the dirt.
"What?" she said, not understanding why I was so mad. It makes me grind my teeth.
"Do you have any idea what my mother figure's husband could have done to you, if he caught you in our house!" She has no idea what he is capable of, he's a monster. I shake the horrible thoughts from my head. Maya looks at the ground but doesn't say a word. I see tears in her eyes, crap! I hate it when she cries, it makes me feel like a bad person. I grab her hand and pull her to walk again. She starts to follow slowly.
We make it to the water after five minutes of walking in silence. The cold breeze by the water feels nice. We walk over to the ledge where we usually sit, to watch the falls and fish. I help her up and make sure she doesn't fall as she is very clumsy. Maya's long, brown, wavy hair blows around in the wind like crazy sending her perfume in the mist. Her blue eyes show pain and I have a feeling she's hiding something from me, guilt maybe. As she stands next to me her height shows; she is five feet and six inches tall. She is two inches taller than me, I feel short around her, even though I'm the one known for having an attitude. Over the years I have found out that she was physically abused by her parents and she still is to this day. She and I could relate there, except my father doesn't abuse me; he is in prison and doesn't give a damn about me. She is socially awkward and gets scared around boys. Her voice is rather low for a female and she's almost like a loner with not many friends; but she is likable. I feel bad for the girl. She is severely misunderstood. When she talks she gets louder not knowing as she continues to talk, it is because she was ignored as a child. But we're really great friends. We hang out a lot here at the water when she is in town. Mostly after school. "Okay so...what's up...now that you have woken me up and all?" She smiled at me with a guilty look.
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