Late

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"Blake!!!"

   I look at the vibrating phone on the side of my bed and quickly realized that I'm an hour late for school. Typical.

"I'll be down in a minute dad" I mumble while attempting to untangle my legs from the wrinkled bed sheets. He hated when I did this. He was always that 'up at the crack of dawn with the god damn roosters' kind of person.  I on the other hand prefer to awake at approximately noon and slowly get myself to walk down the stairs. I'm aware, typical teenager.

"Blake I'm leaving, please actually go to school" my dad's voice echoes through the halls.

   I hear the door slam shut and decide to start getting ready. I catch my reflection in the mirror and study it a bit. My hair mussed with sleep, comes down from its messy bun in chocolate waves that hit at my shoulder. Mascara that I obviously failed to remove the night before makes itself known by creating shadows under my hazel eyes. My eyebrows, messy and untamed keep their natural shape which I had gained from my mother, along with the dusting of small mousy freckles that sit themselves on my cheekbones and temples. I reach my hand up to wipe away the remainder of red lipstick that had stayed on my plump lips.

A mess. That's what I was. Physically and mentally actually. I quickly wipe the old cosmetics off my face and apply a couple coats of mascara to make myself look less...you know, dead. An old band tee sits on my dresser along with a pair of high waisted black ripped jeans. Perfect. They are quickly thrown on and I walk downstairs while unraveling my hair from its bun, creating messy waves. Good enough. Grabbing my keys and backpack I head out the door while managing to throw on a pair of maroon vans.

*****
"Blake Pierce, late again hun" Mary the schools secretary greets me at the door.

I smile and shrug my shoulders.

"Sorry, I overslept...again"

"You should try sleeping sweetheart" she giggles

"Sleep is for losers" I tell her and grab my pass.

"Have a good day Blake" she yells after me while I shuffle down the hall.

"I'll try Mary" I shout back.

I walk around until I eventually find my class, which just happens to be my favorite. Study hall. Which basically means do nothing. I sit in my happy place which is the music room and grab a guitar most of the time. Music is one of the only things I've ever been good at and I've learned to accept it and try to make something out of it.

"Hey girl"

I look over to see my friend Casey and her best friend. I couldn't even tell you her name, never even heard her say anything intelligent.

"Hi Cas" I greet her while dumping my bag on the floor.

"You're singing at the show right?" She asks.

Of course I am. I'm only known around this shit hole as the girl who can sing. I preform at any chance I get.

"Yup, are you?"

Casey didn't have the best voice. She thinks she does though so I support her. Although she really does embarrass herself on that stage. She has fun though, that's all that matters even if she does sound like a dying seal.

"Mhm, I'm doing an original" I raise my eyebrows.

   Oh boy. This is going to be horrific. But I sure as hell wasnt going to tell her. You know, it's okay to lie, it's an art really. Like a form of improv acting without anyone else knowing. Or at least it spares her feelings, and my face.   Casey was a "good girl" as people called it. Never took more than a sip of her mothers wine at a family dinner, never raised a cigarette to her lips, never even thought about getting high. All things that I've done too many times by the time I was fifteen.

A troublemaker. That's what I was. The girl your parents told you not to hang out with. The girl you've heard a million stories about. The girl who everyone at school knows, either in a good way or bad. I'm that girl that you are either with or against, you know, the one that you hear her name but have never even glanced at her face. I became the image of trouble when I moved here about a year back. After being kicked to the curb by my mother. That's what happens when you have four kids by the time you're thirty. She was never meant to be a mother. My mom had no concept of what it was like to care for a child and one day she just decided she couldn't handle it I guess. She snapped. That bitch threw me out like I was garbage to be picked up by the town. Unfortunately I had no where else to go other than my fathers house. Four hours away. Which meant saying goodbye to the sixteen years of my life I spent there, all the friends I had made. But most importantly the abuse of it all.

Now of course I wouldn't be a normal teenager without some mental illnesses. I'm depressed, ADHD, bi polar, you name it. But that's just what happens when you aren't perfect and nowadays I honestly don't trust you if you don't have something fucked up to you. Perfect doesn't exist and frankly I never want to come face to face with it.

"That's cool, I'll probably do a cover" I answer her.

"Oooh you should do Katy perry" she claps exitedly

I snarl at her. I'm nothing near a pop princess. More like alternative and edgy, kinda grungy.

"Absolutely not" I laugh. Giving her a bright smile.

She shakes her head sending red tresses to fly over her slim shoulders.  I've always envied her beauty. She was traditionally pretty. With the face of a supermodel and the body of one too. While I look like a toad next to her. With my curvy body and a face that would never grace the cover of a magazine. But you are what you are I guess. 

*bell rings*

A nice lil introduction chapter for you guys. Keep reading❤️️

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