We are not » C.H

Chapter 1

I open my eyes open due to annoying sound of my mother deciding it would be a good time to clean at 7:00 in the morning. I roll over and quickly scroll through my phone.

I found it useless to even check my phone lately because me and Connor already broke up. Connor was my boyfriend for 3 years and I've known him since the fifth grade so his parents already adored me. Connor is not the average teenage boy. He has a high GPA and always wears cotton sweaters and slacks. He kept his blonde hair gelled back and his bright eyes always popped.

"Stephanie", my mother calls "You must go run a few errands for me"

"mother I told you not to call me that." I say back.

"I am your mother I can call you whatever I please." She scoffs. What's got her panties in a twist?

"fine I'll go out after I get ready!" I shout back while padding my way down to the bathroom. I shut the door quickly and lock it. I don't need my mother to intrude on me. I turn on the shower and wait for it to heat up. I strip down and step in already feeling the warm water relax my nerves. I sigh and began to wash.

When I am done I step from the shower and open the door striding towards my room. I close the door and lock that too. I quickly grab the nearest undergarments in the drawer and slide those on. I put my towel in my hair and walk to my closet. I pull out this sheer white blouse and slide that on. I go back to my drawer and pull out some darker skinny jeans. I walk over to the small mirror by the window in my room and grab the mascara.

I never cared much for makeup so mascara was really all I needed. I add a few layers to my top and bottom before completely setting it down. I take one last glance at my outfit. I let my darker hair fall from the towel and brush it out nicely. It dries naturally curly so I don't feel the need to curl it today. I pin a few strands from my face and go back into the bathroom brushing my teeth and putting on deodorant and perfume. I walk back into my room and tidy up just a little before I grab my purse and phone from the stand near my bed.

I shut my door completely before making my way down the stairs. I spot my mom in the kitchen writing a list as to what she needs me to do for her. She always has to make her self look presentable even at home. It actually gets very annoying because she tries to act like she's little Mrs. perfect.

I get awaken from my thoughts by my mom calling my name.

"What? I'm sorry." I say.

"I said that I'll give you 40 dollars for gas." She remarks rudely because I wasn't paying attention. She turns on her heels and walks out of the kitchen. I sigh and turn to grab my white flats then I walk back into the kitchen and grab the paper and money off the counter and go out to my car. It's old and a little beat up but it still works pretty well. I put my purse on the passenger seat and begin to read the list. this is long so I might as well get some coffee I think to myself.

I start my car and begin to pull out of the drive way. I turn on my stereo system and press play on the cd. Owl city plays lightly as I roll down my window and drive to a coffee shop. It's little but it's the best one here in this boring town. It's only a 10 minute drive with traffic but I get there in 5.

I park my car, and I roll my windows up. I grab my keys and purse and step out of the car. I don't care to lock it because there is nothing valuable in there. I walk in the coffee house and order my coffee and sit down. I took out my phone and scrolled some more. I wonder how Connor is doing. So I send him a quick text asking how he is.

I get hungry so I decide to get back in line and order a small snack before going on my little errand adventure. I step behind a tall figure. He is tattooed from his neck to his arms. Well at least that all I see. He has on a SnapBack and is wearing a white t-shirt and his selves slightly rolled up. He's wearing black skinny jeans they are ripped at the knee and rolled at the ankles. I didn't notice I was staring at the back of him for so long until I heard him grunt and curse lowly as his wallet fell. I, being the good person I am, reach down for the wallet. I feel a hard hit upon my head (he basically kneed me in the head) and fall back spilling my burning hot coffee onto my nice blouse.