Alright so this is my first story and i just am testing the waters, i want opinions, should i keep going or am i a horrible writer and shouldn't bother. Whatever you say just let me down easy if that's the case :P
Anyway This story is about a girl named Carlie, her life is amazing, but behind closed doors it tends to be a living hell! i dont wanna give much away and i am still trying to figure some stuff out. ANYWAY let me know what you think :D
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I was awakened by the loud booms and cracks of a thunderstorm, I have never been a fan of thunderstorms in particular but I love the rain aspect. I kicked my pale yellow sheets of my legs and treaded to the bathroom. I flipped the switch on and looked at my reflection in the big Hollywood style mirror, I looked decent. My natural long brown hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, my hazel eyes and long black eye lashes were kind of droopy but that is only because I was tired. My cheeks had a natural blush to them and my freckles along the bridge of my nose and under my eyes were not as noticeable today, which I did not complain about. Eventually after looking at my complexion I noticed a bruise was forming on my jaw line, "that bastard" I mumbled. He always had to ruin everything; I could already feel myself becoming worked up so I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and tried not to think about him. I eventually turned the lights off in the bathroom and silently walked back to my room to make sure I didn't wake anyone up. I hopped into bed and pulled the sheets up to my chin and began to hum my dead mothers lullaby to myself, that always helped me restrain any anger I had and calmed my nerves. I finally began to feel my eyelids fall and I fell into deep slumber thinking about the mother I missed.
"CARLIE GET YOU TUSHY DOWN STAIRS BEFORE YOUR LATE FOR SCHOOL!" I heard my older brother Robin yell. I just loved waking up to hearing a annoying brother, that always put me into a wonderful mood. I decided not to yell back downstairs and ran to my bathroom to take a quick shower, once I was done I wrapped a fuzzy white towel around my body and started blow drying and straightening my hair. I ended up tinking about today and what it ment and I knew it was going to be a bad day as I could feel it in the air. When I was done with my hair which always worked the way I wanted it to, I put a little bit of mascara on and some eyeliner under my eyes. After my make-up was finished I looked at the clock and noticed that it was 8 o'clock, "Dammit" I said as I ran to my dresser to pick out an outfit for today. Eventually I picked out white shorts and a red t-shirt that read in gold letters "can't touch this", I accessorized with a gold belt and gold hoop earrings and long necklace. I ran to my full length mirror and thought I looked hot, I'm not conceited or anything but I won't lie that I am pretty. "Carlie seriously stop admiring yourself and get downstairs to eat breakfast" I jumped as my brother walked into my room, he was wearing a white v-neck t-shirt and faded blue jeans that hugged his legs just in the right places, his eyes were identical to mine but had a tint of amber in them, his shaggy brown hair fell into his eyes, it's pretty obvious that the kids in this family have good looks as he always has girls falling all over him and I tend to have boys all over me. "Shut up Robin, I'm just making sure that my bruise isn't noticeable, I wouldn't want our perfect family rep to go down the drain or anything" I said with venom in my voice. Robin looked at me with concern, he knew I got the worst of the beatings from our stepfather who so graciously took us in after my mother died a year ago. "Carlie I'm sorry we have to put up with this but once I move out this year I'll take you with me and he will be out of our lives for good" he said with a smile on his face. I stared at him for a minute not sure what to say, then grabbed my school bag and ran downstairs with Robin in tow. The minute I saw him I shuttered, Jack my stepfather was a very successful man and he only took us in so he good look like the good guy with his ever so popular company. "Carlie I am going to remind you that you better keep that bruise on you jaw hidden I wouldn't want anybody to figure out what a bad child you are" he said with a smirk forming on his lips. I really did not want to get into a fight with him this morning so I just ignored his comment and grabbed a banana and walked outside to my midnight color BMW 5. I Put the key in the ignition and waited for my brother to hop in trough the passenger door, since his car was getting fixed he had to get a ride to school with me everyday. School was only a ten minute drive from our house in New Port beach California. My brother and I did not say a word to each other, we were both in thought it seemed. Once we arrived at school I parked near the entrance and hopped out of the car, immediately I heard a pair of heels running my way, oh that reminds me I forgot to put my shoes on. "Carlie hurry up with those shoes and get inside before the bell rings I don't want you to get in trouble" Lauren squeaked. Lauren is my best friend she knows everything that happens with me, even the fact that Jack hits me that is why she is so worried that if I am late to class I will get a call home and Jack will beat me to a pulp. " Lauren calm down you look all jittery, we still have five minutes" I said and she stopped talking and stood like a solider waiting for me to get my shoes on. I have that affect on people, I only think it is because I am the "it" girl at our school, but I don't know. Once I finished with my gold heels we made our way inside to algebra but were stopped by basically everyone on the way. " Hey baby your looking fine" or " OMG CARLIE I am having this totally awesome party tonight and you should tots come!" I mimicked in my head which made me laugh. Once in class I hoped today would go by fast, but since I hate algebra and am horrible at it, of course it went by slow. I was thinking about today knowing that it would not be a good day once I got home so I tried to enjoy my time at school with all my friends in all my boring classes. But I can't fool myself and I know once I get home tonight Jack will be furious and I will be is punching bag. The reason for him being so furious, well today is the anniversary of my mother's death last year.
