Angel Chapter one
“Wake up Angel, were going to be late for school!” Roselle’s voice shrieks. I groan and cover my head. The next thing I know the covers are being thrown off my bed. “I said get up!”
I look over at the clock. I gasp. Starting a new year of school and I can’t even get there on time. Just my luck. I jump out of bed. I grab a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that says Bite Me.
I run to the bathroom to find Brandon getting ready to pee. “Get out,” I say. Brandon starts to protest so I grab him and put him outside of the bathroom door locking the door.
“Let me in Angel, I have to pee!” I quickly put my pants and shirt on. I brush my teeth and hair. When I open the door Brandon runs past me to the toilet. I close the door but before it closes I hear him sighing. The boy really had to use the bathroom.
I walk back into my room and Roselle is applying makeup. I put my hoops in and put mascara on. I smile at my reflection before I run down the stairs putting my shoes on.
Brandon and dad were at the table laughing while Angie was cooking. People say Brandon and I look more like dad then my mom. I instantly go sad. My mom was a good person. Every time I think of her I get sad, she didn’t deserve to die.
“Hey honey.” Dad smiles at me. I instantly shake any thoughts I had of mom. I smile in return. Brandon smiles at me and I can’t help smiling wider. Brandon and I have always been close.
“Sit down and eat,” Angie tells me. I glare and open my mouth to say something I would regret later. But before I can even get a word out of my mouth Roselle walks down stared and says “can’t mom, were late.” Angie laughs. I look at her likes she’s crazy (So does Brandon).
“I changed the time on your clock so we can all have time to sit down and eat breakfast like a family,” Angie says in between laughs. Yep she’s gone crazy.
“Not funny.” I glare at her, taking a seat next to Brandon. This makes Brandon happy. I wink at him. Dad passed the toast towards me. I love toast. I loaded my plate with bacon and toast.
I hate Angie. Why did my dad have to marry her? She’s so evil. I remember when I was little she would always try to get dad mad at me. Like when she broke my mom’s vase, she blamed it on me. Lucky me, dad didn’t get mad, he just told me to be more careful. Angie is pure evil.
“So, are you going to try out for the swimming team?” dad asks, bringing me out of my thoughts. Dad has always been proud of me. I joined the swim team because it’s what my mom did in high school. Dad has twelve trophies of mine in his office. I shake my head yes. His smile gets bigger.
“You should sign up for cheerleading instead,” Angie said. Who asked for your opinion? NOT ME. “Probably even enjoy it.” I eat a piece of toast ignoring her. She gets irritated. “I was a cheerleader for my high school,” she says.
“Well just because you were doesn’t mean I want to be a cheerleader,” I give her a fake bright smile. In return she glares at me. “No wonder you don’t have friends,” she also gives a fake smile
“For your information I do have a friend.” Now I’m getting irritated. I have a friend and she is everything that a friend should be. She is like a sister to me.
“Girls,” Dad says in a stern voice. Angie and I both glare at each other. This is not over. I sigh. Dad glares at both of us, Angie flinches but I stare right back at him. Max has never scared me and he knows it.
“Sorry dad,” I say under my breath. Dad sighs and gives my hand a squeeze. Dad knows I don’t like Angie. He thinks if he gives us time we’ll like each other. I don’t think so. She’s not my mom or my friend and she needs to learn that.
“What time is it?” Roselle asks. She has an amused look on her face. She’s like her mom but nice, sometimes.
“Um… 7:00 A.M.” Angie says. I sigh with relief. Time to get in my car and drive to school. Who would have known I would be so happy to go to school. I laugh to myself in my head.
Brandon pouts knowing I’m leaving. I grab a piece of bacon giving Bandon a hug and dad a kiss on the cheek. I grab my book bag and out the door I go.
My car is a junky truck, but I love it. I named my truck Ego. I think it has an Ego sometimes it starts sometimes it don’t, but with the right gestures he runs smoothly. Like a man. I giggle.
Roselle gets into her own car. Her car is a minivan that shines. She makes fun of my car all the time. I don’t think that little car will last long with her driving it. She barley passed her driven test.
I get into my car and back out of the driveway. I give Roselle the finger. Which she gives me one in return. Then I drive to school.
