The Anti-List

Hey guys. So for all of y'all looking for a perfect book with no grammar mistakes, leave complaints in the complaint box where the sun don't shine. Okay, that was totally a joke....partly. Anywho! This book is just something I want to do for fun, and if you see mistakes, just point them out. I don't want any spam from the grammar police please :P There will also be cuss words in this book so I'm sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable. It's basically just a way to get my feelings out and not think about my life with the absence of romance and stuff. This story is basically just off the top of my head, and I want it to be fun for me, and not a dread. Okay? We good? Okay. ~Tallie 

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Sunnywater's High School was my third high school in five months, and let me tell you it wasn't fucking 'sunny' where it was. Seattle. Yeah, that's right. Like Twilight.

Now I was living with my Aunt Noella because both of my parents decided I was too much to handle. And by parents, let me make it clear to you that I mean dad and stepmom. She wasn't evil or anything, but she was freaking annoying. Debby, my stepmom, would drag to places that I would put on my Anti-list. She would take me shopping, and manicuring, and I can't even remember the names of places she took me too.

My real mom passed away a couple months after I was born, so I don't really remember her. Actually, I really don't remember her at all because my dad has never shown me pictures of her, or her family for that matter. How else am I supposed to know where I got my boring brown hair and strangely goldenish eyes. The only thing I know about my mom is that her name was Elizabeth. In all my sixteen years of life, I've never seen a picture of her, or seen my other side of my family. It's like they never existed.

"Harley Day!" I snapped back into reality, as I saw a fuming teacher staring into me like I was a piece of meat.

"Yes?" I asked quietly, not bothering to rack my brain for her name.

"Miss Day, I've been calling your name for a million years with no response! What is your excuse?" The teacher with triangular spectacle still continued to snarl at me waiting for a reply, so I gave one.

"Why, Mrs.," I started. "I just wanted to hear you use a horrible sounding hyperbole. And when I heard the loudness of it, I must've forgotten what class this was. Is it.... Math?" I could hear the class snickering around me, but all the teacher did was glare.

"English?" I asked again. Glare.

"Science?" Glare.

"Social Studies?" Glare.

"Art?"

"Miss Day I think your wise comments will be most appreciated in the principal's office." The teacher looked at me smugly, and I decided to open my mouth again.

"We'll, Mrs.," I smiled. "I think he would enjoy your hyperboles as much as I did, why don't you come with me?"

That's what got me a week of detention, and a new 'acquaintance'.

"Why don't you tell me why you're in here, Miss Day," Mr. Underwood, the principal, clasped his hands together and looked at me expectantly. 

"I told the teacher that I liked her hyperbole, and then she told me to come here, and I asked her if she wanted to come too so that you could hear her hyperbole, and then she gave me detention. The end." I said with a smile, and when I saw Mr Underwoods confused expression I added, "What, no applause?"

We were both shocked, to say the least, to hear clapping from the doorway. A boy, my age looking, stood in the door with a big smirk on his face. He had jet black hair, dark eyes, high cheek bones, pale complexion, medium frame, and he completed the look with a black hoodie and jeans.