Forcing myself from the comfort that is my bed, I make my way to the cold floor below. MY room had become more chilly of recent; should I be worried?
Probably.
Grasping my crumpled clothes from yesterday, I pull them on not caring what others may think. I'd better go to school today; I've probably missed out on so much.
Not that I have any friends to talk to.
Not bothering to do my hair properly, I just shove it into a messy ponytail and wander my way out of my safety zone. Listening to feet pound down on the old floorboards, I meet my foster mother's eyes glaring down at me as if I was a piece of dirt.
"Oh look," she cries, "the lazy child can move!"
I shove past her, and watch her stubble forward quite comically. Her hands flailing, she searches for something to grab hold off.
She fails.
I receive the joy of watching her receive a well deserved thump to the ground. Whatever punishment I get later will be totally worth it!
Giggling, I rush out of front door, but not before glancing at an annoyed but surprised expression on her face.
"You are in so much trouble young lady!"
Slamming it is hard as I could, I run down the drive with glee. Once I'm around the corner, I make sure all my books are in my rucksack. Everything I need is ready, and now I have plenty of time to arrive. Which is a brilliant thing.
After a calm amble I check my timetable.
Period 1 - English
Period 2 - Physics
Period 3 - Free
Period 4 - PSRE
Period 5 - Free
Bother! I'd forgotten I had to deal with PSRE today. After my last words with Miss Shaile, I don't really fancy that class.
Still, on a more positive note, it's a pretty relaxing day on the whole. Plus, I have three periods to prepare for what could become my death.
Sitting alone in English is excellent for creative writing. With my mind always able to come up with a plot in amazing speed, I seem to always start before everyone else. My favourite topic to write about are: murder, mental health and supernatural.
Today the topic seemed obvious. Little did my teacher know was that most of my writing is non-fiction. This will be no exception.
Physics is okay. Apart from the boring tone my teacher talks in. He tries to be funny, but he's actually pretty annoying in my opinion.
Now by PSRE, I'm seriously worried by what will happen. The new, modern door swings open, and there stands Miss Shaile.
"Come in folks!"
She seems alright today I guess.
I smile at her, and surprisingly she returns it. She must have forgotten.
My worksheet is completed in record time; I have time to chill. Resting my head back, I kick my feet up and sigh. Then, I smell a slight musky scent around me.
"Excellent job Kacey; have another sheet."
Well there goes my little plan.
Relieved, I see nobody is home when I arrive. Unlocking the door, I notice a little note lay outside my bedroom.
You're grounded.
That's what you think.
Marching into my room I lay myself near my incense.
"About bloody time, I've be waiting for you all day."
It's Erin...
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