leave me alone!

unlucky tuesday

"Sabrina!" my mom yelled, so annoying. Every morning I'm late..not my fault! I should really get a phone to have an alarm to wake up early. Its a pain!

"Sabrina get down here or I'll be late for work again!" I was in the shower rinsing my hair, I'm not slow, I'm late. I wrapped a towel over my body then hair and ran out the bathroom. I scrambled around trying to bustle through my closet. looking for my green converse. The room is dark and the curtains are closed. Found them... well they look like the same shoes.

"Mom, where's my laundry clothes!" There was a moment of silence.

"Mom!"

I assume she left me again.

"Mom!"

I looked out the window and the car was gone! I went back in my room just grabbed a random dress hanging in my closet and dug under wear and what looks like white leggings from my top draw and socks.

I finished getting dressed and ran downstairs strait to the fridge I have some time for breakfast...oooooo a donut, don't mind if I do. Typical Tuesday morning, Tuesdays are my unlucky days, I wonder whats in store today: good morning shoppers today's we have on sale two gallons of milk for 3.64 and another two for one deal buy one gift of embarrassment, get two free. I sat down on the living room couch, laughing at my own corny store humour. I locked the windows because mom opens them to let out the cigarette smoke like I do every morning, but today I have more time, I lock the windows because my neighborhood is tough and ghetto. that's right down right ghetto! me and my mom moved in a smaller house when dad left us. we had a big house right next to grandmas. so many memories. I remember one time me mom and dad went to grandmas house everyone was inside and grandma let me swim outside for a while. it started to get dark and there was a heavy wind the wind was so strong that the ladder for the pool blew away. I couldn't get out. I was screaming senselessly for mom. oh yeah an unlucky Tuesday.

I sat there in the living room clueless on what to do so, I picked up the phone to call  mom.

I was dialing the number when I was cut of by a horn. I ran to the door and opened it knowing it was mom. I ran to the car, I hopped in the front seat and closed the door.

"This is the last time your going to be late you need to get up when I tell you, you hear me!"° she said. Here we go again.

"I could lose my job! is that what you want!"

I rolled my eyes in annoyance then answered, "n-"

"Do you hear me Sabrina!" she exclaimed.

"yes." you know how it feels when your in a fight with your mom or dad and you already know what their going to say and your so annoyed you barley listen.

we where one block away from my school and I never wanted to get to school any quicker.

"soon you'll be walk'in to school!" she said slowing the car down.

I turned and faced the window mumbling words that aren't that pleasant.

"have a good day" mom said. I hope she doesn't think I'm ganna say something back.

I walk down the hall to my locker, getting my books for math and science. before I knocked on the door to go in the classroom I took a deep breath getting ready to prepare for the worst. My teacher Mrs. Lauranine is such a control freak, she needs to melo out or she's ganna have a stroke or something. I knock, someone opens the door, for all my luck it was Ricardo...the geek god that fell from heaven with his deep dimples of delight. his black hair that suits him long or short like the red and black suit he wore for picture day. He and everyone else in 7th grade knows I love him. I bite the corner of my lip and get butterflies in my stomach.

"Good morning, Sabrinaaaaaa." he whispers making the a sound longer

Did I mention he's mean to me because he knows I like him. well I don't know the reason.

I just pretended like I didn't hear him. I heard someone chuckle in the middle of the classroom and I pretended like I didn't hear that either. I could tell we where about to go to math and transition and I could also tell that Mrs.Lauranine was marking my attendance tardy on the computer by her frenetic face.