Tamara's POV
My alarm was on my bedside table ringing
"Shut the fuck up" I screamed smacking my phone hitting the snooze button
In my head it sounded like it was right by my ear disturbing my dream about Stephen James in the bed with me. He is way too damn finnnnnnnne.
"Ugh shut up you fucking bell." I shouted, trying to hit my phone again with my eyes shut.
After 15mins of trying to get up I finally got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up, I looked in the mirror to find Godzilla. I took a hot shower and put my favorite outfit I set days before my first day back at school in a new grade. I am finally in grade 11 one year closer to leaving this horrible peice of shit. I was trying to go to university in a different place.
I am a 17 year old girl who likes to think I am strong and independent. I am around 5'8 of height and have a round plum shaped body. I not your everyday girl I have average sized C cup breasts, a huge ass that just won't quit and a pair of large thunder thighs to go with it, and round stomach and some love handles around my body.
I have a bad attitude and have a mean streak that will knock you down like domino's. I do not take kindly to people who criticize me about my weight and try and put me down, I know I am unique I don't need any one to show it.
I enter the kitchen to make my lunch and breakfast and tell my dad to get his moronic ass up so he can take me to school , I eat bowl of cereal and pack a salad roll to school. It's just me and my dad in a three bedroom house, my mother died when I was a little girl of only three. I will never forget the day she passed on it still haunts me in my dreams.
"Morning dad" I called to my dad, as I put my bowl and spoon in the sink and washed it.
"Morning babygirl." He says as he comes out in a suit and turns around which is my que to say whether he looked good or not. Me and my dad have a thing where we complement each other's style if we look good or not, my dad is my fashion guru he would tell what is in fashion and if I was on thee list, he is just in to trend settings.
"You look good but we are late, I need to get to school before the bell rings to catch up with my friends." I said while cleaning up the table and grabbing my bag for school.
"I was done early you were late, let's go then."He said while locking up and getting in the car and starting it to warm it up. I looked at him like he was crazy, like really man.
"Moron." I said under my breath.
"No I raised a moron." He said hopping in the car leaving me with my mouth hanging
The rest of the trip was nice, we listened to the radio and the amazing music it is playing. I don't really want to go to school don't get me wrong school is helpful for my future but guys who doesn't leave home early just to see your friends before we separate in to our different class schedules. We arrived at school and I kissed my dad on the cheek and said goodbye and walked in to this death trap hallway and went to my locker. I go to Livingston high-school, it is one of the best schools in California and has very strict education. Unfortunately the people there are snobs not all some worked hard to come to this school, some have never worked a day in their lives.
" Hello dearest cousin of mine." Said my cousin Lauretta. Laurette is my cousin but no one thinks that since we don't really look alike. She is light skinned, around 5'6 of height and she is very petite. The only thing that proves we a cousins is the mean streak we share, Laurette can be mean for no reason, I love so much. She is the wild card of our group
"Morning sweet cousin of mine." I said, giving her nice tight hug. And we hear a thud at our sudden contact.
"Save some love for me." Nelly says as she gets in the hug and tightly pulls us in. Nelly is the more silent girl but she is also deadly. She is a girl who don't mess with family, she would do anything for family because her love is so strong. She has a mix between light but dark color skin. She is 5'2 of height and she will cuss you out if you try help her family, she wants to be the one who helps her family.
"Your killing them nelly, get off." Kyira said as she snakes the back off Nelly's head. Kyira is the smart and athletic one in the group. She goes from being captain of all senior sports on the field to highest honor scholar in the class room. She has a perfect hourglass figure and beautiful long puffy black hair. She has a light Indian complexion and wears fashionable polo glasses. She is a strong female who loves to make snarky comments once in a while.
"Sup K." I said while dramatically catching my breath and pretending to faint. We all laughed as the last member of our squad walks to us.
"Hey guys whatsup." Says Layla as she gives us all hugs. She has a mix of blond and brunette hair, she has a model shaped body and she insists she has no boobs and a ass. She has pale light skin, she has the most prettiest bright green and blue eyes I have ever seen and has long stunning legs.
"The roof." Kyira says as she points to the ceiling.
We all walk around the school and catch up about our holiday and what we did. We went our separate ways after stopping by the office to collect our new timetables and going to our first classes. I walk in class and I see a boy in a seat I could tell he was new so I decided to be nice no need to be hostile. He was cute though. He had a strong masculine frame and a strong jawline to die for. He had nice blond brunette hair, seemed 6'5 of height and dreamy green eyes.
"Hey, my name is Tamara Watkins and you are." I said in my most welcoming voice ever.
"Hi, it's Jason Miller." He said in a deep voice.
"I don't mean to be rude but you in my seat, I would happily show you a free seat to sit on." I said sounding so nice. He looked at me like I some type of bitch.
"I don't see your name any where." He said while looking around to the table and chair. I looked at him shocked not at all what I expected him to say. My anger was bubbling up .
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