bad girls

0.5

Clary

My little brother doesn't know the definition of fuck off. He literally just came closer to my computer when I gently told him to fuck off.

"Clary, you're not moody on Saturdays, you're so weird." Louis, my eight-year-old brother tells me and storms to his room.

I usually like Saturdays, but not this one, though, since I'm told about this stupid "Knightley" camp. A camp where "ending deliquency and confusion among teenagers" is their main target. A camp where only kids who bully other kids for fun go to. I don't play with my classmates for fun. I threatened Kelsey with a knife in the school bathroom. I mean, she actually deserved it. I was just planning to cut a little of her face. I was not even going to cut her that bad. But then, Ms. Lopez caught me in the act. Why did she deserve it? Well, she called me a "goddamn freak" and ruined my pants during gym class. So, my friend Sheila sharped a knife for me so I could teach Kelsey a lesson. I'm just going to say it like it is: Kelsey's group deserve every single piece of shit I've made them go through. But my parents don't think that way. Last night, my parents declared that my behavior is unacceptable. But what do they know? I only mistreat people who mistreat me. And I don't care what others think about that.

Anyway, it's just eight at night and I'm leaving at five-thirty in the morning on Monday. Just a great way to spend my only summer vacation, in a camp full of imbeciles.

"Clary, come downstairs!" My mother snaps me out of it. I roll my eyes and shut my laptop. I go downstairs and see that dinner is ready and that all of my family is sitting on the table.

I sit down on the chair beside my dad's. He usually stands by my side every time my mother gives me hell, but now it seems that he has abandoned him in the Knightley camp crap.

"Clary. Eat your meal. Now." My dad commands.

"I'm sorry, I can't because I feel like throwing up everytime I think about your crazy teenager camp."

"Oh! Clary's going to summer school! While we have fun!" Louis singsongs while I give him a murderer's look.

"Asshole." I say.

"Language, young lady!" My mom screams at me from the other side of the table.

"I hate you all, I'm out." I smile at them sarcastically and leave to my room. I hate that everyone treats me like this. Everyone but Chris.

Chris, my marvelous boyfriend, I'll miss him the most. I dial his number on my phone. He picks up with a sleepy voice. I smile.

"Hey Chris. Were you asleep?" I ask, changing my tone of voice to a more chill one.

"Oh no, babe. I'm just watching TV. How about you?"

"I'm so mad at my family. I hate the idea that I won't be here all summer. I freaking hate my parents."

"Honey, stop. You know I'll miss you, but you'll have a great time, I promise." He sounds sleepier, so I hang up after saying goodbye.

Chris is the sweetest. He's mean with people he doesn't like but he protects me a lot. I hate having to go.

I seriously don't wish to go to that thing. I could wash dishes all summer. I could mop the floor all summer. But I can't survive until August without internet, and surrounded by idiots. I'm going to freaking lose it!