Replay

Chapter 1

It was a bright sunny day in San Diego, the sun was high in the sky shinning brightly as possible. It had rained all night last night, but the sun came out to dry up the extra rain that had fallen.

I layed in my soft black and blue bed with my own designed pillows behind my head as i slept quietly. My room was pretty big, it was almost the size of a studio for filming. My family used to be rich until my used to be dad took some of their miney and blew it off on drugs.

My mom Joyce was pretty pissed off after finding out what had happened to the money, she had a divorce a week after and she had kicked him out the day after. She couldn't stand that man, she was wondering what she saw in him in the first place.

I was nice to my mom, she would always be there for her for like any situations. I was an angel, that's what everyone else thought of me. But I thought of myself as a reckless freak.

No one really knew why i was reckless or be a freak because well, I hadn't done anything reckless and I don't look like a freak. I didn't know either but I just felt like that about myself.

I used to always think about killing myself before, but my friends would snap me out of it and take me to a therapist, who doesn't help much as my friends do. I swear that they could be therapist's when they were older, but they all laughed and said no.

Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep.Be-

My alarm went off before I hit the snooze button ontop of my clock as i yawned softly stretching my arms out. Then I rubbed her eyes a bit and looked around my room. I got up from my bed and walked to my big closet and looked for clothes to wear for school.

I scratched the back of my head as I grabbed my shorts and my blue t-shirt with a white rose design on it. It was my favorite shirt since I liked, White roses. It was from my mom for my 17th birthday.

I grabbed my white socks from my drawer and started to get dressed. As i got dressed I went downstairs to see if my mom was up, and she was.

"Morning mom" I said smiling as I walked behind my mom and hugged her tightly.

"Morning dear" her mother, Joyce said with a bright smile upon her face.

"Do you need help cooking? " i asked my mother.

I was pretty helpful around the house. I would never let my mom do anything on her own, not because she was getting old or anything because she's still young, but because thats the only person christy has in her life.

"No, I'm almost done" joyce said as she kissed her daughters forehead and continued to cook.

She was making pancakes, eggs and sausages for breakfast. Joyce loved cooking, she had entered many food competitions and won about 20 times for different categories of food. Everyone at the fairs called her the 'Queen Cook'