My Secret Side

Goodbye slumber, hello detention.

"STELLA! IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL!"

"Mom, it's Saturday," I groaned, rolling out of my comfy white bed.

"EXACTLY! YOU HAVE SATURDAY SCHOOL SO CHOP CHOP!" She yelled up the stairway. I forgot about my Saturday detntion. 4 hours of nothing, literally. I sat up and slipped on my Ugg slippers, and walked across the hard wood flooring. The morning air crept through my window, which I'd left open the night before, sending a crisp cool chill to my body. I could hear birds tweeting as the sun started to become more visible between the two pine trees that blocked it. I grabbed a blanket that was lying at the foot of my bed, and wrapped it around myself, making a coccoon. Then, I walked over some more to the window seat, sitting against the wall and staring out the window. 

The sky was a variety of colors as the sun rose even more. Blue and yellow filled my eyes, as I watched two small birds chase eachother. This was my favorite part of the day, when everything was calm and sleep was still lingering in the air. All except  my mother who was clinging pot and pans, attempting to make eggs. 

"STELLA!!! YOU BETTER NOT BE SLEEPING. GET DOWN HERE NOW AND HELP ME WITH THESE DAMN EGGS!" She yelled again, making me roll my eyes. 

"COMING MOM!" I yelled back. My voice still raspy from the lingering sleep.

I walked out of my room, and down the stairs. Turning the corner to my kitchen, I could see my mom with an angered expression on her face.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?" She snarled.

"Mom, I seriously JUST woke up! It's not like I'm magic or anything." My mom was insane, bipolar as a matter of fact. She refused to take her pills, making her the ultimate psycho of a mother. I always tried to sneak them in her food, but she found out and threw them away, never renewing her prescription. So, I was stuck with her. Just her. My dad died in a freak car accident when I was 9, making a wonderful family of 3, into a disfunctional family of 2. But that was 8 years ago, I try not to think about it. Honestly, my mom and I get along most of the time, but of course, not all the time. For the most part we do pretty good. Since my dad had insurance, we got tons of money for his "accidental" death. I'll go into that later. 

"Stella, what the hell are you doing!?" My mom waved her hand in my face, I realuized that I was just standing there, staring at the wall across the kitchen.

"Oh, uhm sorry mom. Just daydreaming I guess."

"You had plenty of time to dream last night, now go get dressed."

"You don't need help with the eggs?"

"GO GET DRESSED!"

 See, insane. I trotted back upstairs, and to my room. I went through a few drawers trying to find something to wear. I had so much clothes, and yet nothing was even ging to be fine to wear. All my clothes were Hollister, Abercrombie, American Eagle, Guess, blah blah blah designer. I really didn't mind having such nice clothing, but it's just not me. I got up off my floor of clothes, and went to my closet. Finally, a flannel and some jeans. i quickly put them on and then did my makeup and hair. My hair took about ten minutes, the long brown locks were tangled and frizzy. For my makeup I went pretty natural looking, all for except my eyes. Winged liner and mascara. 

My mom never finished the eggs, so I guess no breakfast. Ugh. I grabbed by backpack and got into my car, driving to a place called Hell, which is just school. Goodbye slumber, hello detention.

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Hi guys! So, this is my first story and I hope you are enjoying it so far. Just a warning, this story will include drugs and other illegal things. This is not going to be a smut (just some Pg-13 stuff in that matter) It's only rated R for language and drug and alchohol usage sorry xD

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