Sweet Revenge

Chapter 1: The Start of Everything

'I'm a laid back, t-shirt, blue jean, mood ring kind of girl.'

Taylor Swift's tune blasted through the peach walls of the averaged sized room inside a two story average sized house, dancing not-so-gracefully prancing around the room like a chaotic maniac being completely unsyncronized with the song, while waving her arms up and shaking her head back and forth letting her auburn locks get all ruffled up into a bunch of tangles, making it look like a tornado had just ran sacked it. Singing along very very loudly, no screaming extremely loudly out the lyrics, mixing them up to a bunch of random words with adding a few choice words of her own. Unaware that her 80 year old neighbors are already yelling at her window to stop the horrible noise, causing them to lose their beauty sleep. It's 6:00 in the morning, July 12- the first day of school. The ultimate pain. Waking up extra early to get a head start for it, every year had always been the same year over and over again however this time the 18 year old golden eyed girl hoped it would be different. A fresh new start. Since this year was 'Senior Year,' a happy ending is what she wanted, and with a little push from her grandfather and mother she finally decided it was time for a change, one huge thing is she didn't want to be welcomed by a detention slip from the principal like last year. Or even worse, to be faced head on by a very upset mother. Trust me, that isn't going to be a pretty sight at all.

Somehow this isn't going to be as easy as she thought, an hour later rushing out of the bathroom leaving wet tracks all over her violet checkered carpet ruining it, completely oblivious that her grandfather will be absolutely be furious for destroying his Christmas gift for her. Swiping the tiny blue and white Nokia phone, turning on the black and yellow screen to check the time. I know what you're probably thinking 'She still has that? Isn't that like ancient?" The entire student body was always busy tweeting, texting, playing, and doing what so ever in their smartphones, on the other hand an old phone is what she has. It was the last thing her 22 year old sister gave to her before she left. At first all she wanted to do was get rid of it for it had an impossible keyboard that she never understood how to use, and a tiny screen. Soon, the answer was changed from 'Get rid of it' to 'Never get rid of it.' Now, it's like that thing is superglued to her, nobody could pry that off her.

"Demi! It's 7:15 in the morning! Your gonna be late!!!" Screamed her mother from downstairs in the kitchen.

" Ya mom! be right there!" Grabbing her usual outfit from the disorganized closet, A pair of worn out black jeans which she had since she was 16 but refused to give it up, a light purple bunny blouse with ruffles on the shoulders, and of course her signature pink Converse sneakers. Didn't I mention she is a huge collecter of Converse shoes? Using her salary from her part time job at a Amelie's Thift shop to buy herself a pair of those shoes. Basically the only shoes she wears are Converse varying from a few colors and several styles, and a light pink heels for events. However, her favorite type is always the ordinary non-high cut light pink ones. It was the first pair she got and the only pair that she wears to anywhere, even in social gatherings she would wear it, whenever she had to wear a long dress for a formal event she would slip those on any day.

The smell of freshly made pancakes filled the house, letting her nose lead the way to paradise. Coming downstairs in 5 seconds flat, the first thing that was noticed was her mother glaring at her, all she could do was make a peace sign as she sat next to her grandfather whom seems to be reading the editorial page of the paper. In front of her was a giant stack of blueberry pancakes paired with a glass of orange juice, licking her lips as she grabbed her spoon and fork getting ready to feast on the meal. Giving her mother an apologetic smile, her mother's frown turned into a small smirk shaking her head. Realizing that she was indeed forgiven, then she digged in the delicious meal.

As soon as she finally finished, she ran straight to the door quickly grabbing her back in the counter almost knocking off the other items that were present on it earning a glare for her mother. Although she wasn't really able to notice it since by the time her mother got a word out she was already out the door. Rushing towards school, missing the bus again for being late.