Moving On

Chapter 2

Six? Wow it feels so much later than that. There is a three hour time difference between California and Georgia, so that means that it would really be nine o'clock if I was in still Georgia right now. Interesting how that stuff works.

I was about to turn over and go back to sleep, but that'd be pretty much impossible. Once I wake up I have a hard time going back to sleep. That's why I stayed up so late. I had a horrible nightmare anyway, though, so that's also why I don't even want to try and go back to sleep. May as well get my ass up. There's no use in laying in bed all day.

I rolled out of bed then went over to the bathroom to empty my bladder, brush my teeth, and wash my face. Those are the three things that I usually do when I first get up in the morning.

When I finished with that, I walked out of my room to see if anyone else was up. When I walked down the stairs, I noticed Katherine in the living room. She has the TV on some show, but she's standing face down, flat cardboard ass up. It's not like I was just itching to look at her ass but she has it in the air. I'd try whatever she's doing, but that shit would probably make me dizzy and make me fall flat on my damn face.

"Uhhhh, uhm wh- what the fuck are you doing? Are you pretending that your boyfriend is standing behind you?"

I flopped down on the couch, looking at whatever she has the TV on. I wish I could find the damn remote. This show look boring as hell. I wouldn't know though. Never saw it. I hardly watch tv since there's other better shit to do to pass time by.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Shocker." I hopes she knows that was purely sarcasm. I'm not surprised that some dude don't wanna put up with her shit. I haven't even been here that long and I already know that tolerating her will be a tough task.

She stood up with an annoyed look on her face. "It's called yoga! This is what I like to do some mornings. Catch up on Pretty Little Liars, drink a frap from Starbucks, and do yoga. Doing yoga builds character."

"What? How the fuck does doing stretches build character." My eyebrow raised at her. "Why it sound like you tryna be... Let me guess, you wore those UGGS over there in the corner when you made a 'frap' run to Starbucks, those pants are yoga pants or leggings, you took a picture before starting your little morning routine, and your iPhone is lit up because you just got done checking Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Tumblr."

She took a sip from her drink while narrowing her eyes at me.

"You didn't like when I judged you the other day, so why are you judging me?! And yes, those things are true."

If they so true, why the fuck is she so mad about it?

"I am pretty much going off of what I actually see. When your phone was lit up it was on your Instagram and the picture I saw are the same clothes you have on right now. People who have a Instagram sometimes have a Twitter and stuff too. I said what I said based off of what I see. If you wanna act like a stereotypical white bitch, more power to you girl." I smirked.

"So what! You don't wanna be judged so why are you judging others? You looked like ghetto trash to me so I let you know it. If I think you look like a ghetto, weave wearing, hood girl then I will tell you. My eighteenth birthday is coming up some time this year. Do you want to know what that means? You were a mistake. My mom slept with your father when she was on a break with my father. But my dad is a business man. He makes shit loads of money. My mom realized what a loser your father was and what a winner my father was and is. I overheard them talking about it before. I don't even want you here! You need to go back where you came from. I don't like you and I don't see myself ever liking you, boy name!"

I stood up, balling my fist up. Ooo Lord knows I wanna punch her in her fuckin' chest right now.

"You might not want to talk about my father."

"Why?" She laughed. "The first amendment grants me my freedom of speech. I can say what I want about anything I want. I'm glad my mom didn't stay with your father because he's a-"

"You are using the wrong tense to whatever fucked up thing you were about to say. Instead of saying 'is' say 'was'." I cocked my fist back then swung it upwards towards her face. The tall bitch didn't block or anything. She has to be six feet tall, she is probably half a foot taller than I am!

She started holding her nose and crying as she hit the ground. Dramatic bitch. I ain't done no damage, yet. I should fuck her muthafuckin' ass up but I'm trying to spare her stupid ass.

"MY DAD IS MUTHAFUCKIN' DEAD YOU DUMB ASS BITCH! I don't really give a fuck whatchu want and whatchu think about me. Just like you don't want me here, I don't want to be here, but I have no choice. I'm sixteen years old and I don't have a father! Imagine how that feels. Imagine if your father was dead. Gone. No more. The only way you can speak to him is through six feet of dirt. Tell me, can you imagine that?"

She shook her head no.

"I bet you can't you spoiled ass bitch! You'd miss all the Starbucks and shopping sprees he provides, wouldn't you? Let me tell you something Katherine, my father died fifty nine days ago. Oh wait. Silly me. Why am I saying died? Died makes it seem like he just went in his sleep or something. No, my father was shot in the parking lot of Spalding Liquor. I saw that shit. I saw it. I had to watch as some random men put bullets all through out my father's body. My father was my everything. That was my last time seeing him. I never got the chance to say goodbye to him. Since he was murdered, I have just been going through motions. Before you go and try to judge me based off what you think, get your fuckin' facts together. Don't even fix your lips to say anymore disrespectful shit to me because I won't hesitate to beat yo muthafuckin' ass and take all my frustration out on you."

"I'm so sorry Kameryn, I had no idea!" She wiped blood from her nose.

I shook my head then turned away to see Trevor standing at the bottom of the stairs. I don't know how long he was standing right there, and I really don't give a fuck quite frankly.

"Kameryn-"

"Save it."

I walked past him then jogged up the stairs and to my room. I slammed the door as hard as I could.

I then threw myself on the bed and proceeded to let out some of the bottled up emotions I've had since I was in the parking lot of Spalding Liquor.