Confessions Of A Spoiled Brat

Chapter 6

  My mom looks at me I don't say ANYTHING, at all.

  "Please. Just try not to hang around them too much." My mom beg.

  "Oh kayyy, fineee." I sigh, dragging each word.

  "Thank you." My mom says getting up and leaving. Finally I'm alone. I quickly finish up the cold pasta, put the plate in the dishwater and go up to my room.

  My plan is to:
•Immediately jump into bed
•have a super emotional talk with my teddy bear
•sleep like there's no tomorrow
•never wake up because there IS no tomorrow

  But boo oh lord, I can't carry out my plan, because of the sole reason that I have not showered yet. So I hop into the shower for five minutes and put on my We Bare Bears pyjamas. Those pyjamas are the cutest and most comfy things ever. Probably also the cheapest thing I have ever owned but still.

  I jump into bed and then, I sleep.

  The next day, the alarm clock rings from all the way across the room where I threw it before. And that's what I wake up to, Satan's shrieking. At least it's a slight improvement from my mom's singing, tiny improvement but an improvement nonetheless.

  Today I just want to jump out of bed and show that alarm clock just how much I wanna wake up and go to school, which, is not very much at all. Now that I'm not supposed to talk to Hailee, I don't really have anything to look forward to.

  "Angelica get up NOW!" I hear my mom yell from the kitchen. Argh, I just wanna hide in the toilet and cry. I drag my butt out of bed and head to the toilet to wash my face because if I don't, then I'm practically gonna be asleep for the rest of the day.

  When I'm finally done with all my make up and peeing and stuff, I stroll into the walk-in closet to pick my OOTD. Believe it or not, even though I hate this part of my morning routine, it's still my favourite part of the morning.

  Today I tuck a tight fitting, long sleeved top into a black miniskirt and tie a belt to make sure the top stays tucked in. Then I look for shoes and just like always, I can't make up my mind. Converse or vans. I mentally make a pros and cons list.

  Converse pros: I like them more than Vans.
  Vans pros: people like them more than Converse.

  Before I can even get to the cons, my mom starts yelling at me again. Screw this, Vans it is.

  I slip on my shoes, grab my bag and speed down the stairs. My mom is standing by the kitchen counter, frowning.

  "I'm getting tired of having to yell at you every morning just to get you to not be late for school." My mom states.

  "Oh really? Then how about you STOP doing that, and let me sleep my life away? That sounds fantastic, right? " I say opening the front door.

  "No. And stay away from Halsey or whoever!" My mom shouts  before I leave.

  "Love you, byeeeeee!" I shout back ignoring what she said and closing the door behind me. I get in my challenger, put on some dope music then I drive straight to hell.

  When I get out of the car, I make extra sure that there are NO skateboards heading towards me, and THEN, and ONLY then, do I start walking towards the school.

  Out the corner of my eye, I notice Cameron hop off his skateboard just a few feet ahead of me. I jog over to him and slap a cheerful expression onto my face.

  "Hey, Cameron!" I quip. He picks up his skateboard shoves as much of it in his bag as possible. He can't zip up the bag though, as a quarter of the skateboard is still sticking out the top.