Challenging the Bad Girl

Chapter Two

Chapter Two:

'Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppp'

I groaned, sitting up and glaring at the stupid alarm clock that had interrupted my sleep. I would've easily threw it against the wall and sighed in satisfaction once I heard the sound of it breaking, but sadly I couldn't because my mom had actually gone through all the trouble to attach my alarm clock to the wall. Now all I could do is glare at the filthy thing and hope that it would fall and break into a million pieces.

Today was unfortunately the most dreaded day of my life. The first day of school, and not just any first day, the first day of senior year to be specific. I groaned, thinking about all the over excited cheerily people screaming at each other from ten miles away. Not to mention the lost freshmen that look at everybody like they're going to eat them, and the football players throwing around a football like they owned the place. Yup, I'm definitely not looking forward to it. As much as I would love to ditch like I had done many times, I couldn't. Not today and not right now at all because I was already on my mom's bad list ever since the incident with the library. Even though my mom never really give a shit what I did because she was apparently too busy with other things including her asshole of a husband. You see, the dickhead that I would call 'father' walked out on me and my mom when I was thirteen and ever since she stopped caring about me and kept herself busy with work or whatever she had to do. She wasn't an abusive mother or anything she just didn't bother with me anymore and I knew that was because I reminded her of my father whom I knew she still 'loved', and that's why ladies and gentleman the word love doesn't exist in my fucking dictionary. Anyways, this time she was pretty mad, because she had to pay five hundred dollars. Not that she's not actually making me work my ass off around the house as punishment, but she's still pretty mad and she and her asshole of a husband would give me dirty looks every time they saw me, which was starting to piss me of.

After showering, I put on some black eyeliner, mascara, and dark red lipstick. Then I threw on a pair of black destroyed shorts and a white tank top, with combat boots. Then I made my way downstairs to enjoy a nice meal.

"And here I thought people actually went to school carrying backpacks." My mom said sarcastically once she caught sight of me entering the kitchen.

"And here I thought moms weren't old school." I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

She shook her head and glared at me."You better not ditch the librarian again today, because there will be a fine to pay if you don't show up more than three days." She said referring to yesterday when I had ditched helping the librarian and obviously the old lady couldn't keep her big mouth shut for once.

"Come on mom you seriously have to give me a break. You of all people should know that I had to study because today is the first day of school."

"Yeah, I of all people should know that you would rather count the hairs on your arms but study." she said rolling her eyes.

"What if I don't have any?" I asked innocently and she threw me one of her famous 'don't play with me looks'.

I sighed and continued to raid the pantry for my stash of honey buns. I seriously was addicted to them and even though my mom always went on about how 'unhealthy' they are, I couldn't help but enjoy the delicious goodness.

After I grabbed a honey bun, I grabbed a PowerAde then I headed out the door and into my car, which was a Chevrolet Camaro that I loved to death. I had to love that car and that car had to love me for how hard I worked last summer to actually pay for half of it. I was actually proud of myself for being able to keep a job for a whole three month, even though I had to wash dishes since I couldn't be a waitress because I had actually punched a man before for giving me a dirty look just because he asked for coke and I bought him Dr.Pepper. It honestly wasn't my fault though, I wasn't the one that prepared orders and how was I supposed to know that it wasn't coke considering the fact that they're both dark sodas.
Fortunately for me the lady that owned the restaurant was friends with my mom so instead of kicking me out she made me wash dishes in the kitchen, which wasn't that bad honestly because they had a dishwasher anyways, so all I had to do was line dishes up In a dishwasher.