Mother? (Darcy Ann Styles)

Chapter 1

I woke up to my mothers screams. I sighed and rolled over and flipped on my bedside lamp. I woke up often to my mothers scream, the first few times it was terrifying I thought she was being kidnapped or something. 17 years later it became my wake up alarm.

"Darcy Ann Styles get down here so I can do your hair!" My mother shouted. I groaned and rolled out of bed,today was Friday, my least favorite day of the week. Why? Because Friday was game day and that meant me cheering on a sport I didn't even understand or like! My uniform was cleaned and pressed and boy was it pink. Pink and short.

I yanked it of the hanger pulled the top over my head and slid the skirt onto my long legs, which only made the skirt seemed shorter. Slipping on my white shoes, I raced down the stairs before my mother could open her mouth again. My parents bedroom was on the bottom floor, my mother had her arms crossed and her lips pressed tightly into a thin line, Not good.

She ushered me to the chair and began yanking my hair into a high ponytail . It hurt as she yanked my hair higher and higher, but not a peep came out of my mouth, because I knew better than to complain. She finished off my hair with a big white bow.

Then she started on my makeup. I feel her adding excessive amounts of makeup to my face and eyes. I hated makeup it didn't make me feel pretty it made me feel if anything fake. As soon as I stood up I knew she was already evaluating me. Without warning she came over and yanked my skirt up, as if it wasn't already high enough.

"Now go" she said shoving me out of the room. I grabbed my car keys off the hook and headed out to my car. The engine roared to life and I felt relieved as I drove away, further away, further from my mother.