Me and My Gaurdian

B-BEEP! B-BEEP! B-BEEP! B-
My hand smashed down on the small silver alarm clock, permanently shutting the annoying noise off.
I shift the large, fluffy dark purple comforter off my head and over my shoulders, glaring at the now silent silver machine. The bright green numbers read 7:15, and I simply groan; way too early. My head flops back down on the pillow and I shut my eyes once again, but snap them open once again as my red cased cell-phone buzzes on my night-stand.
My eyes narrow as I reach a throbbing hand towards the Iphone, picking it up and flopping it on the pillow in front of me. I rub my eyes, re-adjusting them to the bright light. Once comfortable with the brightness, I swipe my finger across the screen, temporarily turning it on. A message popped up on the screen, and I saw it was from callie. 'Wakey wakey! you wanna hang out today? I got nothin' to do today, the shops closed, so ya wanna go to the junk-yard? we could go ravage some parts for that machine-thingy you were hoping to build!' there was a smiley face on the last part, so I knew she was begging.
I sigh and pull back a piece of my brown hair and tuck it behind my ear. My fingers trail the small letters on the bottom of the screen. 'yeah, sure, why not.' I respond, the soft notification noise telling me it had sent the message. I set the phone back down onto the corner of the night-stand and yawned.
Ia slowly sat up, rolling my shoulders to get them awake. My hair lolls over my eyes as I stand up, shuffling across the grey carpeted floor over to a rather large, white drawer. opening the third shelf I shuffle through it, finally pulling out a ripped pair of skinny jeans and a crimson red tank top.
I change rather quickly, much to my own surprise. I walk over back to my bed and grab my boots, sitting down and putting them on as well. I stand once again, leaning back, smiling as a few satisfying pops reside from my back.
Stroking a hand through my semi-clean hair, I grab a black hoodie and my phone, then slowly walk over to the door. I didn't even bother waking up thornly, she'd wake up on her own. I took my time getting down the stairs, keeping a weary eye out for either Kathy or jack, my foster parents.
Un-fortunately, they stood in the living room, right in front of the door. Jack sat on the couch, his short choppy black hair framing his older face, while as Kathy stood next to the TV, her arms crossed over her chest, her blond hair falling down her back in a loose braid. Both pairs of eyes, green and hazel, focus on me.
"where are you heading off to in such a hurry?" Kathy snapped at me, Jack nodding in approval.
I shrug, jumping down the last few stairs and landing, mostly, gracefully. "I'm just gonna go hang out with callie, I thought you'd be cool with it." I answered smoothly, shoving my hands in my pockets.
"you mean that trouble-maker callie? what? are you gonna go do drugs or something?" Jack barked at me, turning so he faced me. I roll my eyes and shake my head, walking over to the door.
"no" I snarl back at him. "were gonna go shopping." That might've not been the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie either. I still had to look for things, I just wouldn't pay for them. Kathy waved her hand at me dismissively, a scowl on her face.
"Fine, just get out of here!" She huffed, turning back to watch the news. With a final scowl towards her, I made my leave, but, if only I had know that would be the last time I saw her for a long while, I probably would've acted better towards her...