True Friend

Hell in a Hand Basket

Chapter 1.

It's dark and peaceful.. no sound interrupting it... Beep.. Beep.. Beep. Damn why couldn't it be like that all the time. Without the stupid alarm clock. " Ella wake up honey!" is all I hear as I open my eyes to my white, despaired room. I get out of bed slowly, making sure not to bump into my side table on the way to my closet. I open my closet to all my shorts an crop tops... I know what you're thinking "why do you wear shorts and crop tops if you hate your body?" well, let me enlighten you. My mom buys me all these shorts and crop tops cause she love my body. I wear them 'cause they cost her a lot of money. I would feel bad if she spent all of that money, and it was wasted..

I walk down stairs and see chocolate Mickey Mouse pancakes in my usual seat at the dinning room table.. I sit down with my mother, Dominic, and Walter (my soon-to-be stepdad). We all eat in silence until my mother speaks up.. "So, Ella.. what's on the agenda today?" I concentrate on my fruit bowl for a second. Thinking of an answer for her, "Nothing. Just school and coming straight home after." she looks at me with a small grin after my answer, "Good because, we've been invite over for dinner to the Espinosa's house tonight. I just wanted to make sure you had no plans." right when my mother says 'Espinosa' my eyes dart up to meet hers, "...What..?" is all I could conjure up to say to her, "Yeah, I thought maybe after dinner you and Matthew could 'hang out' a little. Like old times... right?" I don't blame my mother for this.. she doesn't know what happens to me at school. All I say to her is, "Okay, well I better go do my hair for school." I stood up and head for the staircase. when I get up stairs I walk into my bathroom. I brush my hair, and teeth. I leave my hair wavy because, that's one of the very few things I like about my self. then I put on my concelour, foundation, powder, and mascara. I walk out of the bathroom and grab my iPhone off the doc, grab my back pack. Then walk out of my house saying goodbye to my family. Well... can't wait for this Hell in a Hand Basket... Called school...