I throw my hair mousy hair up into a messy bun, and put long falsies over my bright green orbs. "Anotha day, anotha dolla," I say to myself. I walk down the stairs hoping that today might be better than yesterday, but I'm greeted by the same bullshit.
"Arabelle you stupid cunt! You better be ready for school, or I'm gonna send you to live with your crack head father again!" My aunt screams at me from the kitchen. I trudge through a hall of empty bottles, trying not to shatter them. Addiction runs in the family; my aunt and uncle are alcoholics. I stand in the doorway of the kitchen. "You look so ugly in that flannel Arabelle. Not to mention, the tube top makes you look like a whore. Don't you think you should cover up more?"
"Don't you think," I check watch, " 7:40 is too early to be drinking, Louise?" Great clap back, I think to myself. I can't help but smirk. Hahaha, bitch. My aunt just scowls at me, she has nothing clever to say, so she stays silent. I head for the door, and before I leave I glance at my uncle, still passed out on the couch. "Have a good day, Maurice, if you can even manage to wake up for it!" I shout at my uncle before rushing out the door.
I stride down the street, headed for the bus stop. I'm not going to school today, instead I have a to-do list.
#1 destroy my aunt (in a verbal battle)
I check that on off with a smile.
#2 get my fake ID >;)
