Lisa's POVFuck school.
I know you don't start a story with fuck school.
But you know what?
Fuck school.
I never liked school.
I was always this antisocial pessimist who never liked school.But I have to go to school and learn to become a better person and leave my foster home.
Yhup, I live at a foster home.
My parents abandoned me at a foster home when I was 10.Financial difficulties, I guess.
I like singing , a lot , but my foster mum who is such a pain doesn't let me. I don't really know why she doesn't let me but I do it anyway.
I'm a perfect A student. Yes I'm an A student who doesn't like school. Is that such a big deal?
No?
I didn't think so.
I'll be starting High school tomorrow. Maplewood high school , the best high school in my neighborhood.
People would die to go there....but not me , I'm no way excited to go there, it's just another boring school to me.“Bang” I hear my door slam and I turn to see Stephen standing there with a ridiculous smile on his face.
“What the hell do you want in my room you idiot and why did you slam my door so hard?” I say giving him a death glare.
“Well..... I knocked but since you didn't hear me, I decided to come in and since you still decided to ignore me, I went back out and came in and slammed the door so you would snap out of your thoughts. And I see it worked pretty well. ” he said with a smirk.
What an idiot.
“Just get the fuck out of my room before i punch your frickin face and knock you teeth out” I said anger in my voice
“ Oooh, I'm so scared....somebody save me ”he said, pure sarcasm in his voice.
“Just get out” I screamed.
”Whatever I'm going, I just came to......”
“Go I don't wanna hear it, just go” I said interrupting his statement
“But I .......”
“Go” I screamed again
“Fine , whatever” he said rolling his eyes and leaving my room.I roll my eyes at him rolling his. He loves rolling his eyes even though I tell him rolling eyes are for girls. What a wuss.
He's 17,one year older than me always thinks he's boss, so I love dissing him and he can't do shit about it.
How dare him slam my door. My anger is building up, so I take my phone and plug in some earphones and listen to music.
After what seems like a long time, I check my time and its quarter passed 7. Its passed dinner time.
I quickly run down stairs to the kitchen and there's no one there.
I check the food pans and there's no food.“Mum....Mum....Mummy ” I scream.
“ Mum where are you?” I continue my screaming before she come out with sleepy eyes, like she just woke up.“Mum... Where the hell is my food?”
“How many times do i have to tell you, no profane language in my house, young lady” she snaps.
“Yh, yh, yh mum whatever where's my food?” I said a little pissed.“Well we ate it all since you said you won't eat, Stephen was extra hungry today”
“Me?... Won't eat? Mum..when have I ever said I won't eat? You know I'm a very hungry soul ”“I asked Stephen to come get you for dinner and he came back and said you said you won't eat and that you weren't hungry”
A flashback came to me, the time Stephen came to my room.
“But that damn idiot didn't tell me it was about food, I would never have kicked him out”
“One last time watch your language girl and this is your last warning” she said angrily “and how many times have I told you to respect your brother, he's older than you” she added.“OK mum, I'm I getting my food or you're gonna let me starve?”
“I'm sorry honey, not today you're not, we ate all the leftovers but you can.....”I didn't wait for her to finish her statement and I marched straight to Stephen's room and slammed his door behind me, like he did to me.
I didn't notice Lola was sleeping beside him and she woke up immediately but that dosser was still sleeping like a log.
She started rubbing her eyes with her hand, I woke her up. “what's happening ?” she asked. Her voice still sleepy.
“I'm sorry sweetheart, go back to bed” I said laying her back on the bed and kissing her forehead.
Then I left his room.
Guess I'll just have to kill him tomorrow morning then.What was Lola even doing in his room.
Lola is also my foster sister, she's 11 and the youngest amongst us,she's so cute and we love her very much...she's the only one that prevents me from killing Stephen sometimes.
Now I'm so hungry.
I go to my room, pick up my phone go downstairs and luckily my mum isn't there, I head out to my motorbike and ride to Saragoza Villa. That's where I work, I discovered the place 3 years ago and since then I've been working there. I sing there.I have no show there today so I did not plan on going, but what can I say, plans change.
I reach there in no time and luckily I meet the manager but he's with some people having a meeting I guess. When he sees me, he gives me a confused look then excuses himself to attend to me. When he comes to me I tell him what happened and what my nincompoop brother did, but he just laughs at me. He then takes me to the bar at the Villa and orders them to give me some food. Then he leaves me to enjoy my meal while he goes to continue his meeting.
Pierrê is one of the few good people you find in this world. He treats me like his own daughter and is very good to me. Normally people with as much money as he has don't even leave their humble abode to attend their meetings especially when they have co workers to do it for them.
He refuses to let me call him Mr. Pierrê, he prefers the formal way.
He let me sing here even though I was 13 and a minor, he understood that I needed the money and I love to sing.Speaking of singing, I'm done eating so I decide to sing a little.
I go to my dressing room and pick a dress. I sing all my favorite songs, before I realize its late.
I have to get going, I sing my last song and go back to my dressing room to change and go home.I pick my keys to open my dressing room.
“Hey”
Someone said behind me, startling me and letting me drop my keys.
Aaargh I'm gonna kill this brat, I growled in anger before turning around.########
That's the end of my first chapter.
I hope you guys liked it.
It's my first book BTW.
Thanks for reading.
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