Oxygen before Love

Chapter 1- My intro

I slowly yawn and waked up. Rising slowly and pushing the yellow blanket away from me. My pink and blue alarm that flashes blue numbers telling me the time sings the radio. I slam my hand to the off button and growl. Of course, its today, when I said I just wanted to ignore all the issues I meant it, but now, my mother being the top lawyer of the country just had to press charges.

I get up and walk to the bathroom across from my door. I shut the door behind me and lock it. I strip of my blue and red heart pajamas. I turn the lever and the showering water hits the bottom off the shower floor. I feel the water and wait for it to be steamy and hot. I hop in and start to wash my hair and get clean.

After I'm done, I hop out and grab my towel and wrap it around me. I peep out the unlock the door and look around. Making a sneaky run from the bathroom to my room. I slam the door and take a deep breath this, is why I want my own bathroom. I mean I don't see why, my mom has her own and I am the only other person living in this house. Other then my dog, Sushi.

I look at the dress my mother laid out on the bed. Its a light blue which would match with my lighter brown and blonde hair that reaches my belly button. I dry myself and slide it on over my under clothes. It fits nicely. It has a nice scoop neckline and has shiny gemstones that outline the cut. It's lose so it doesn't show my stomach as much.

I'm not fat, but I'm not skinny either. I call myself pudgy, I always get hit by my friends when I say it, but truthfully I like being pudgy. Its a downfall for tight clothing yes, but you never want to be to skinny, you could be called anorexic. I wouldn't like that, I mean, sometime I do wish I was skinnier because I'm not very active. 65% of my life is lived on my phone.

I look at myself in the mirror, I mean I was never one to do my own hair. I stink, but I still love my hair. I decide just to straighten it and pin a little section back so its out of my face. When it's in my face that's when I usually regret my long hair. I sometimes wish I could cut it, but I never would.

I slip on these white sandal heels on and stumble down the stairs and almost fall when I am completely down the stairs. I hate heels, I would go for a nice pair of sneakers right now but no, I have to be proper.

Only if my mom saw me at school...

My mom calls my name in the kitchen and she looks as if she has had better days.

"Whoa, mom, whats up, why are you know?..." I comment on her, shes rushing to make breakfast on minute then the next she's applying make up or looking over her notes.

"Dasi, sweetie, I have no time for this..." she states back in a shaggy tone.

"Someone should of listen to me when I said not to press charges..." I give her smart reply.

"Stop. Eat your toast and go out to the car, do you have your statements?" she ask concerned.

"I had to write them?" I sarcastically say.

"YOU FORGOT TO WRITE IT!" She starts screaming and pacing, looking about to cry.

"Mom, mom, calm down, I was only joking." She comes up to me and hits me on the side of the head. "Child abuser"

"You don't joke about that-" her phone starts to ring and she hits her answer button on her black head set. "Hello?, Judge Melclerkly, yes"

I roll my eyes and grab the paper of my statements and other court stuff and a piece of toast walking to the car.

I get in the passenger seat and close my eyes, leaning my head back on the gray leather seat in the white BMW. I think about the last time I was in court. It was because a girl beat me up for being stuck up, which I'm not. I'm just shy, I only have a few friends who I can really trust, then I have one best friend who I could trust my life with and I hope she can do the same.

Of course, you're thinking, who's your boyfriend? You're wealthy, I'm not rich, I mean I'm not poor and I'm more upper class but I don't live in a mansion or anything, the car was a present from my dad to my mom. My dad was killed when I was 3, so I don't really remember it. We moved away after that and now we live in Miami, Florida.  I never really needed my father much, when I was little I had a nanny, since my mom was always away.

I mean don't get me wrong I miss my dad. I wish I could of met him.

Anyway, back to the boyfriend thing, I was never a romantic. I don't think I will ever get a boyfriend because after a while of knowing someone I can get annoyed. I mean not with my friends or anything but, I hate when a guy says I'm pretty ten times or wants to talk constantly. I hate texting and talking over the phone.

I just never thought love was important.  I mean with my mom, I love her and my friends I love them too, not like homosexuality, a family kind of love. I think that my life goals are more important. An education and a good career, why do I need a guy in my life? My mom didn't, and I grew up without a dad. My kids can do, I could always adopt.  I don't need a life partner. I just need a job, health, and some dough.

That's what I thought, anyway.

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How was that for  a first chapter?! Bu-bahm! Anyway, likes comments and etc. is greatly appreciated! Sorry for any mistakes and stuff