Crazy Times

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~* Chapter One *~

- Adrianne -

When my alarm went off, loudly playing That's What You Get from Paramore. I groaned and reached out my hand, searching for the 'off' button. When I found it, I smacked it hard. It didn't turn off. Smacking it another time, then the third, fourth... Irritated, I lifted my head off the pillow and glared at the alarm clock.

"Why won't you just shut up?!" I yelled at it drowsily. What's the point, it's not going to answer you, I told myself. I sighed and pounded my fist against the small button. The music immediately stopped. "That's what YOU get," I muttered, finally crawling out of bed. I dragged myself to my closet and searched its contents. I pulled out a jean skirt that ended inches above my knees. I looked through my shirts and decided to wear my favorite navy blue blouse. I slipped on my black flats and headed to the bathroom.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I complained, staring at the nest of hair on my head. I started brushing through it, gasping whenever I brushed through knots. Which was, like, every 5 seconds. It's not easy taking care of long hair like mine. After 20 minutes of painful brushing, I stared at myself in the mirror. My green eyes looked bright, sometimes covered by my drooping eyelids. My dark drown hair, flowed freely down my back to my waist. It was wavy and shined in the bright light. I decided I looked decent enough and started to brush my teeth, using my new Colgate toothpaste. It's minty!

"Adrianne!" I heard my mom call. I sighed and jogged down the spiral stairs and into the kitchen. I found my mom setting down my plate onto the wooden kitchen table. I smiled and thanked her as I took my seat and looked hungrily down at my plate. Mmm, scrambled eggs and bacon. Simple, yet delicious. I stabbed some of the eggs and shoved the them in my mouth.

"I'll see you at dinner, sweetie. I got to get going, I don't want to be late for work!" she called over her shoulder she rushed closet, pulling out her fleece coat before she rushed out the door. I frowned, my eyes darting around the room. It's blood read walls, and hardwood floors, and the exotic paintings my mom hung up. Over the dark green couches and past the plasma TV. I missed having dad around, I felt so empty and alone ever since dad died from a nasty car accident in London. That's why me moved back to Montello, Nevada, because without dad we couldn't afford our house back in London. It's smaller, not anywhere near how big our house was. Mansion, actually.

"Oh, Dad," I whispered, my eyes started to blur. Mom had came and picked me up from school just before lunch, and told me Dad had gotten into an accident. I, not wanting to think anything bad happened, prayed and cried the whole way to the hospital. When we got there, there was no one to wait for. Because Dad passed as soon as they arrived; they were too late. I blinked back the tears and looked through my tears at the clock. It's 7:45! I shoved more eggs into my mouth and walked to the trash. Before I could dump it into the trash, I grabbed my strips of bacon. Hey, I didn't want to waste them! I grabbed my backpack and slung it over a shoulder.

"Where's my keys..." I trailed on, searching the granite counters. When I found them, I blinked, confused. When did my keys get into the toaster...? I shrugged and grabbed them and ran into the garage, opening the door to my yellow Lamborghini. I looked behind me and over the seat to the back window, planning to back out when I realized something. I don't think I'll be able to back out, if the garage door isn't even open. I sighed and pushed the button on the gray key chain that opens the huge doors. I waited impatiently as it open, then sped out when it did. I almost crashed into the marble fountain. How can we afford all of this? The Lottery and good jobs! God knows how we got lucky enough to win the lottery! Then there's my mom; she's the owner of a very popular company that makes and sells wedding dresses. My dad is- I mean, was- a very wealthy business man.