Death of June

Chapter 1 - Sunshine

Halooo.. And so, Chapter 2 is nearly done and ugh! It excites me even though I know none of you will read this. If you ever pass by, please give this a chance, thank you. <3

-- ishaa

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"Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep--Beep--Beep-BeepBeepBeepBeep!"

     I grabbed my alarm clock and threw it across the room. Stupid alarm clock, always waking me up. Wait, what? That's the point  of alarm clocks, isn't it?

     I lazily rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen. I made some food that I didn't pay any attention to, since I was half asleep and some hot drink that I didn't even know what it was called.

     It was always like this every morning. I would wake up, throw my alarm clock, and make something that I don't even pay attention to and throw up anywhere because it tasted gross. I would see Amy slumped on the floor sleeping everyday when she doesn't have Julie to babysit on her schedule.

     When I asked her why she slept on the floor, she told me that she was too lazy to walk on the bed and said that what difference will it make? Her bed was as hard as the floor was.

      "Shi-.." I was about to shout a forbidden word and curse at the alarm clock, when I saw Julie beside Amy, my best friend.

     Amy looked at me as if to say 'think-something-and-hurry-up-before-this-child-tell-her-parents-and-then-I-am-gonna-be-fired-and-no-thousand-bucks-will-happen.'

     "Shi-what?" The cute little doll faced girl asked me.

     Since I saw that they're watching sponge bob. I decided to say, "Shimmery timbers! Arr!" I even added an eye patch and disguised my hand as a hook. The child ignored me and went to watch the yellow sponge again. Very polite, child. You have manners.

     As if to break me in my trance of saying rude and obnoxious words to the little barbie, Amy pointed to her wrist and mouthed 'You're late'. I mouthed back 'No vocal cords?'.

     Our living room is very spacious, and it literally feels like your in a huge empty room. All we have is a massive sofa, a television and a small coffee table beside it. Amy insisted to put it there and I didn't even knew why she wanted it to be placed there. Our sofa was a plush of soft cotton that scoops you in when you sit on it. The kind of sofas that I love. The television was very ordinary unlike those owned by billionaires.

      I slumped lazily beside Amy and said, "Not going to school today."

     The little child that Amy was supposed to babysit clicked her tongue and shook her head in disapproval. You know, if she wasn't very cute, I could have thrown her, head first into a building. But hey, let's face it every child is cute and innocent beyond the face. THE FACE, not the attitude of this cute little blond girl.

      Amy babysits her every Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Yes, we're still in high school and no, she doesn't study. I really don't know why. She has money, heck! She's even richer than the guy who invented clothes and sell them on line.

     She just tells me, "High School is boring... *pout* trust me, June. If I were you, I'll wait for the days of work to come." and Amy also added , "And for the frosting in your cupcake, guys are way hotter when they're working. Especially their abs." Then she gave me a wink and even licked her lips.

      "June!June!June!" The little barbie doll chanted.

     Now is my turn to give Amy a WTF look. 'Is she even normal?' I mouthed. She mouthed back, 'I heard she was born on the toilet and was accidentally flushed.' She winked at me.