Sweetie Black: Psycho's BackStory

Part 1

It’s my freshman year of high school, getting dressed up for my other boring day ever. I mean, I hate school and hate waking up so early at 5:30 am, but I have to see my friends and make my grades better. I looked so perfect on my strapless shirt and really short shorts, until my mother came in my mom without knocking ,because I respect people knocking my door, so my mother glared at me with disgust. Everyday, my mother doesn’t like the way I dressed during school days, so the only situation she ever does is picked out clothes I really hate. “Sweetie, wearing that inappropriate clothing will get you into dress codes. Here, why won’t you wear this sweater I gave you on your 16th birthday, but you never worned it,’’ replied Mom. “Fine mother, but please knock my door before coming in. You know I hate it when people are disrespectful to me,’’ My mom said ‘’okay honey, I will. Just want you to get prepared,’’ mom remarked.  

I brushed my dark brown hair and fixed my bangs, put on my black and white stripes with a black heart in a middle sweater type, putting on my grey skinny jeans and tying my black boots. I skipped breakfast after because I don’t feel like eating but grabbed a rice krispy bar and drive my car. I had this white Toyota car on my 16th birthday since I was so happy, I learned how to drive and it worked pretty well.

This is going to be the worst day of my life. Why? Back on my first day of high school, I was an average teen who studies hard and gets most good grades. I even miss my old friends back in 7th grade when everything was amused, until this year was different. Oh, and by worse, I don’t mean a lot worse. What's not worse is I have 5 friends I made with on my first day of high school: Katie, Hannah, Summer, Gabriel, and Miranda. We get to hang out to one of our houses after school, drive to nearby StarBucks every Sunday, and sometimes sleepover. My mother is cool with that, but my brother… not so much. Okay, enough of all these life stories.