The Project

Chapter 1

Warning: This story involves swearing, sexual experiences!!


Beep...Beep...Beep. "Maya! Get up sweetie you have school. You don't want to be late." my mother called out, just after the fire alarm goes off.

My eyes flung open..."I'm up mom" I whispered into my soft pillow. I rolled off the bed onto the floor. I let out a 'humph' once my body makes an impact with a hardwood floor. "Uh, It's so cold".

Coco walks over to where I am and licks my head uncontrollably. "Hey, Coco please stop." I whip my head as I finally use my strength to get on my feet. I slid my feet into my slippers and pat Coco on her head.

Smoke rushes into my room and what appears to be seeping from under my closed door. I swing my door open as I rub the crust from my eyes. Coco runs through my legs making me jump up out of fright. Damm.. she just had to mess up, the best dream of my life with this bullsh*t.

I walk into the kitchen with my fluffy dog slippers and matching pajamas. Yes, before you  can say it, I am a dork."Hey baby, how'd you sleep?"

I smirk at her comment and reply with the obvious, " It was good up until now."

" I am sorry, I was trying to make you breakfast for your first day of school," she replied.

Beep...Beep...Beep...

I rushed over to the alarm to tear it from the wall and pull out the battery.

"Hey, love I know you just woke up but the alarm does have an off button."

I look at my mother emotionlessly. We both break out laughing...

I directed my attention to the burned Eggo waffles on the stove. " I don't think this is edible, so what do you say to me giving you some money for breakfast."

"That's fine, thanks mom"

I walked over the stove to put the Eggo in the trash and open the nearby window to air out the area.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Maya Cohen, I'm 15 years old and I am starting my sophomore year of high school. My mother (Abby linen), Coco (my dog) and I just moved to Florida about a week ago because she got a job at the local hospital.  My mother is a doctor and I am so proud. My mother had me at 17 years old and it's only been me and her for as long as I could remember.

Moving wasn't a problem for me because it's not like I was leaving anything behind. In my old school, people were afraid of me. I wasn't a bully or bothered anyone, I was just to myself. I didn't want any friends or needed any.

The girls were too girly for my taste and the boys couldn't control themselves. They were some horny bastards.

Maybe things will turn around this year and I could finally find someone with similar interest as mine. If I don't I could care less because It looks like Imma be here for a while.

I let out a yawn and stretched my arms, before entering the bathroom.

By that time, I was done with my morning routine. My teeth were brushed, I showered and had to find an outfit for today. It was a tough choice between the ruby red leather jacket with a white blouse and a sky blue leather jacket and a navy t-shirt. I choose the ruby red leather and white blouse because on the first day of school I wanted my clothes to pop. I guess I am a sucker for leather, don't judge me...

Now, that the outfit was picked perfectly to go with my black high waisted jeans and black vans. It was time for me to do my hair.

Looking at its condition I knew it would take some time considering that I didn't brush it in a couple of days. It decided it is best to put it in a slick back bun and call it a day.