Claire Connors is 17 and has been bullied since she was 11. She likes to do lots of things but has never had the chance, due to rumours that the populars spread about her. Then suddenly one day she's had enough and she flys to England and lives thei...
I woke up to the sound of my dreadful alarm clock. I hit the snooze button but it didn't shut up. I picked up the alarm clock and threw it against the wall as hard as I could. It made a cracking sound and fell to the floor. Ugh great now I need to get a new alarm clock.
I drug my body out of bed and went to the shower. I ran the water so it was near the boiling point and went over to the mirror. I looked at myself and shrieked, damn I am one scary bitch in the morning. I shook my head, took off my PJ's and showered.
When I was done I headed back to my room to get dressed. I decided to wear a pink shirt and navy blue jeans with my black leather jacket over top. I shuffled through my shoes till I found my black stilettos and leather purse. (outfit on top). I decided that for my makeup I was going to do a smokey eye with eyeliner and my deep ruby lipstick. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased when I didn't scare myself shitless.
I headed downstairs to get breakfast and grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl on the table. No, I'm not one of those skinny girls that only eat fruit now that I'm a baddass. Nothing gets in the way of me and my burgers. I was simply late for school. I looked at the clock on the stove and realized I was really late.
I walked over to the stairs and called up. "HANNAH! GET YOU'RE BUTT UP AND READY FOR SCHOOL!"
"ugh. WHY DO YOU HATE ME?" I chuckled at her and went to start up my car.
I grabbed my keys for my Lamborghini and headed towards the garage. That's right, I'm not one of those badass girls that have a motorcycle. Nope, they scare the shit out of me. Instead, I've got a Lamborghini.
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This is my baby. I would kill anyone that disrespects her. Yup, I talk like she's alive. What I like my cars. They are like my kids.
I get in and wait for Hannah. She goes to the same school as me so I have to drive her to school. When I see Hannah walk out the door I honk the horn. She hisses at me to shut up before getting in the car. When she was buckled in I punch on the gas. I sped down the drive. Then onto the street. I make it to school and hop out checking the time. Huh 9:00 I'm only thirty minutes late. This should be fun. I said goodbye to Hannah as I headed to the office to grab my schedule and my locker number. I look at my schedule, math. Ugh, why does this world hate me? I headed down the hallway and toward Mr. McDonald's class. (I'm sorry for using something so loved as a name for someone that the character hates so much). When I entered the classroom everyone's head snapped to look at me. Good thing I don't mind the attention.
"Miss. Connors." Mr. McDonald said and the class gasps.
So much for keeping a low profile.
"Mr. McDonalds," I said copying his serious tone.
"Why are you late to my class?" He asks as I sit down.
"Uh, because I'm not early?" A few chuckles are heard at the back of the class when he glares at me.
