"Lecie! We have to go, now." I groaned, still pulling on my hip-hugging skinny jeans. "Why can't I be homeschooled?" I shouted back, throwing on a random black v-neck, and pushing my hoodie over my head in seconds. Seriously, home-schooling was a better option than my Dad trying to shove friends down my throat. He knew about my condition- and he also knew what kind of person would actually want to be friends with me. No one was able to accept my condition so far. So why try? Dad insisted on trying. Over and over again. Does he want to see me get burned again? I bit my lip, grabbed my bag, and looked at myself in the mirror.
I wasn't bad looking. I was actually... Okay. I had nice green eyes, long brown straightened hair. I didn't even bother with makeup because I didn't need it. I wasn't looking to look good, because, well. I mean I wasn't making any friends either way. So- why try? My skinny jeans looked nice on me, and the hoodie added that dark look. I've always looked good in black. I mean- black being the only color I decided to wear at this school. Hopefully I'd be a wallflower. So, no people would notice me and try to get my friendship. If only it was that easy. Glancing around my destroyed room- one last time. Clothes all over the floor... Bed super messy... My bathroom pure chaos. I shrugged. Dad would make me clean it later.
I jogged down stairs, almost tripping several times in my sock covered feet. "Lecie! Hurry up!" Dad called from the kitchen. I leaned against the front door and slipped on my black Vans carefully. "Lecie!" Dad says, leaning against the rail of the upstairs. Then he paused, not noticing I was leaned against the front door, ready to go.
"Holy shi-!" Dad stopped himself. "I didn't know you were there." He paused. My Dad was a nice guy, and tried to refrain from cussing around me, he was always so sweet and thought about me too. Dad straightened up, stretching his super tall frame. He was about 6'0 even. I wish I had gotten the tall genes, because I was about 5'3. It kind of sucked being short. Dad stuffed a hand through his head full of pure black hair. (He never really showed age, always had pure black hair without a grey hair insight. It's like he was twenty instead of forty. I suspect he dyes it..) Dad had a young face, and often got hit on by tons of women. He had that square jaw-line, and he surprisingly made it look good. His nose was a little crooked, due to a little scuff up with some neighborhood bad boys in senior year-he always says. You would think his crooked nose made him ugly- it just made him all the more rugged and handsome.
He narrowed his eyebrows at me. "Lecie Jones. You little trickster." He wagged his index finger playfully, while I grinned back at him, hand on the knob. "I call driving!" I declared loudly. Dad raised his eyebrows. "Absolutely not." I rolled my eyes, and showed him the keys that I magically held in my hands.
"What now, Daddy Dearest?" I gave out a chuckle, and flung the door open, lunging towards the black Mercedes in the yard. I was five feet away, before Dad had grappled me by the waist, knocking the keys out of my hands. They flew off and clanged on the cement sidewalk loudly. Dad then, like the awesome ninja he was- secured the keys, and gave an evil laugh before running to the Mercedes as fast as his feet could carry him. I sighed, and sent him a frown. "You're evil." I puffed, slumping my shoulders in defeat, and walking slowly after him.
"Hurry up!" He honked the horn. I sighed and got in the car.
Day One: Hell. Here we go
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RandomI was spinning in a world of confusion. All I knew was pain. It burned in my chest, and spread through my arms, and legs, and continued down. Light blinded me- and I knew. It was over. "Hello, Lecie." His deep voice cooe...
