A/N
I know I haven't updated in a while, and this chapter is short, but I'm hoping to get back into the habbit of updating my stories. For now I hope you enjoy this chapter. (:
I peer over at the clock, it read' 10:02pm.'
I sigh, 'ugh.'
I always waste my whole day arguing, I wish just for once I could have a normal conversation with the beast who brought me into this world.
Ha, keep dreaming.
I get up out of my fetal postion, and walk over to my bed, untucking the blue silk blankets that my father had got me -before he left- and getting in.
'Only a few more days,' I thought, 'until school, until I can move to my dads.'
I smile to myself at the thought. Nothing else can make me happier, well besides Taco Bell.
*A few days later*
I woke up to a panic of my alam clock screetching in my ear. I reach around trying to find the clock though my goopy morning eyes.
"Finally." I knocked the clock off my night stand and made my way out of the bed.
I was excited, and ready to take on the world, but first I had to talk on my mother.
"CLAUDIA GET UP!" my mother squeeled, "NOW!"
"Talk a chill pill mom, I'm already up!."
I hop in the shower. Once I get out I blowdry my hair halfway and throw it into a bun. I put on my back- to- school outfit, light blue skinny jeans, white toms, and a Reckless Youth light sweater. For makeup, I kept it simple -eyeliner and mascara.
I take a glace at the clock, '8:00am'
"Craaap!"
I quickly brush my teeth and run down the stairs, I had half an hour to get to school, and I surely wasn't going to be late on the first day.
'Mom, late, school, not hungry, bye!'
I managed to blurt out as I ran past her, not like she cares much anyway.
I always hated running to the bus stop, I was usually late, so it meant that the bus would already be at the stop, or driving past me and everyone could see me running and let me tell you something, I've seen beach bound whales look cuter running.
"AAH!" I yelled, next thing I knew I was sitting on the ground. I must of tripped somehow, because the kids at the bus stop thought it was pretty darn funny.
I'm not one for getting embarassed, so I just got up and waited for the bus like everyone else, but I had a cut open leg.
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Claudia Hathaway.
Teen FictionClaudia Hathaway. 15 years old. Living in h3ll everyday, trying to cope with everything. Blaming herself. Dealing with school. Boys And most of all.. Her mother.