Shaniqua
“Newsflash I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks of me. I am me deal with it. It’s not my fault you can’t stand me or how I dress, look, talk, act, etc. You are just too, stubborn to realize that not everyone wants to be a Barbie bitch like you!” I yelled then turned on my heel and walked away. Yeah, this is how I talk to the normal plastic bitches of my world. That was Charissa, number one bimbo, and let’s just say her and I don’t get along too well.
“Yeah, you better run.” She calls after me acting like she won, Oh hell no I think I turned around and stormed back.
“You really need to think before you speak.” I said then slammed my fist into her fake-ass face. Solves that problem, huh, I guess I’ll have detention again, Oh well. She runs off crying and whining, something about her daddy. Ha-Ha.
Well anyways I’m Shaniqua (sha-nee-qua) I am a werewolf and I live with my best friend and her brother. Their parents died when she was three and he was four, in a car accident, and my parents don’t give a crap what I do. I haven’t lived with them for six months and I am better off now than I was with them. So here’s a little but about me: I am seventeen years old, I am five foot eight and have dark tan skin. I have long straight red/brown hair and bright green eyes. I am in tip top shape and have an attitude like no other.
It almost the end of my junior year at this hell-hole of a school and I am so hyped for next year because it will be my last. Then I am going to go to college for cosmetology, because I love beauty and so I have designer clothes (my parents are filthy rich and I have a job as well) and always do my hair and makeup in awesome and outrageous ways. People think I am a freak, but I, as you may have noticed, don’t care.
I headed out to my car and hopped in I had just started the vehicle when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pull it out and answer it, it’s my brother Jordan. He still lives with our parents because he’s fifteen though almost sixteen.
“Hey little bro, what’s up?” I say happy that he called. He and I are really close; as we were growing our parents were never around, so I took care of him.
“Hey Shani (sha-nee)” he’s the only one who calls me that. “Do you think it’d be okay if I spent the night at Casey’s house? Dad and mom are fighting and blaming it all on me.” He sounded so upset, I was so pissed. “I mean can you ask her for me?” I knew she would say yes he was like a little brother to her.
“Don’t worry I be right there to pick you up. You just hang tight and pack all your things. You’ll be staying with us from now on.” I said buckling my seatbelt I could hear our parents screaming in the background.
“What about Casey though, I don’t want her to be upset, what if…”
“Save it, you know you’re like the little brother she never had. She’ll be fine and if she’s not I’ll take care of it.” I said cutting him off, he worries too much. “Now I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, pack your things. Bye I love you little bro.”
“Okay Shani, love you too, bye” He said then hung up. I had wondered why he hadn’t been at school today. He’s a freshman this year so I always knew when he was there or not. It bothered me when he wasn’t here because that usually meant that our dad or mom had beaten him. I pulled out of the lot, still in deep thought. Our family wasn’t like a normal family when it came to abuse. It wasn’t like where the drunken dad beats up the wife and kids. No here they both did. When I was there they didn’t beat him, just me, but know that I wasn’t there I guess they started taking out their damn aggressions on him.
