The Tutors

Welcome to my hell

I groaned and rolled over in my bed, pulling the sheets with me as my mother opened the curtain. I really didn't want to go to school, like who would want to go to school if you were a social outcast? I didn't fit in with anybody. The nerds say I'm too dumb. The Jocks say I'm too weak, The cheerleaders say I'm not pretty enough! The list just keeps going on. I don't want to be known around the whole school, but I do want to be noticed by at least someone, someone I could hang out with and talk to , basically all I want is a friend, but judging on my track record that wasn't going to happen! It's too hard living in the shadows of the popular and unpopular crowd. I wish I could redo this whole high school experience over again but no. This was the last 8 months of grade 12. My birthday was a month and a half away, and I still don't have a date to prom. Not that its not a shocker but it would be nice. 

"Stop being a baby and get your ass up!" I squeaked at the uninviting cold air that touched my body. I mean like seriously  even the air doesn't want me, that's comforting! I pushed my self out of bed. My messy bun seemed to have worked its way loose in my sleep. My braids were everywhere, but its not like I cared.I started to get slowly out of my bed when I heard my brother start to hurry and get out of bed. Since the other two bathrooms were getting redone we were stuck with only the top floor one instead. I launched myself out of my bedroom in front on my brother. He was catching up so I stuck my foot out and he jumped over it, just to meet my arm in a clothesline. He fell to the floor gasping for breath as I hopped over him and shut the door.

I stripped out of my make-do pajamas. Which were just shorts and a faded apple bottom top. I stepped in the shower and let the hot water beat on my back. Water always calms me down. It feels like the only thing that exists is the water and you. Anything that bothered you, or hurt you cannot exist anymore it felt like I was free. Hopefully I wasn't the only one that felt that way, cause then I would just be more of a weirdo than I thought I was.

"KATARINA GET YOUR SORRY BLACK ASS OUT OF THE SHOWER BEFORE I DRAG YOU OUT" My mom screamed through the bathroom door, which is just a normal occurrence when I spend too much time in the shower.

I quickly suded up and rinsed. I grabbed my blue towel and walked over to my bedroom, passing a very pissed off Tyler. I smirked when he mumbled "all you ever do is cheat" I didn't really, its basically street fighting, anything goes. I sighed in realization that its Monday. That means a whole week of being tortured until I get to disappear in my room with my books.

I'm in love with books, they seem to take me to places where I'd love to be, or let me meet people I'd love to meet. But most of all, they all have someone to count on. I like thinking it's me. It's comforting in a sort of way. Feeling like you're apart of something. I could feel my heart swelling, because it's always an impulse, I would love to be apart of everything all at once, to be known to everyone as being pretty and smart and talented, everything I wasn't according to society...and the mirror.

I threw on my DD bra along with a Medium sports bra so it looks smaller. Don't get me wrong I love being a girl but these things are more trouble then they're worth. I pulled on a tight black T-shirt and a  XL blue sweater over it. I put on my skinny jeans and converse and walked down my stairs. No one was down here but me, like always. My mom always goes back to bed after waking my brother and I up, and my brother isn't allowed down at the same time as me, because we always fight. Like full on fist fights. We take out our anger and frustration on each other. I picked my phone off charge and stuffed it into my pocket, sure we didn't have a lot of money but I have a job and I bought this myself. I picked up my backpack and slung it over my  shoulder, it was still heavy as hell.

"BYE MOMMY LOVE YOU SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL BYEEE" my classic yell before I leave the house. I looked over at my car in the parking space. It's not new,and it's not running. I've been taking Tech classes to learn how to fix it properly, I cant wait until I have my own car!

I only lived 6 blocks away from school so It's not that much of a walk. I just plugged in my headphones and started my walk, knowing were my feet would take me, but not the music. Before I knew it I was on the outside of the school doors. I walked inside the music still blaring in my ear. I removed the headphones, just to be greeted with the sounds of laughter and people talking. Bad idea. I plugged my earphones back in and continued my way down the hallway, listening to one of my favorite songs.

Darlin you're hiding in the closet one again
pretty darlin....

Avril Lavigne is my escape.
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Sorry guys if its weird to u! the mom part of her speaking was from my experiences...so ya