bad girls

1

Clary

The alarm in my nightstand makes me jump. What? But it's summer? I look at my calendar. Damn, Monday, June 25. I stand up and look through my closet. I hear a knock on my door.

"What?" I snap.
"Don't speak to me like that Clary. " I hear my dad's voice. Crap. I roll my eyes and keep looking for what to wear, not that I care much on this terrible summer morning.
"We'll leave on 20. Hurry up." He songsings the last part. My family has this thing of songsinging everyday.

It's annoying.

I pick my orange button blouse and my skinny jeans. I pick the first shoes I see, my black flats. I pull back the sleeves of my blouse and leave my hair flowing. It looks good today.

I go downstairs to see only my parents in the table. My brother is probably sleeping in. I feel rage and jealousy for a moment. I see the scrambled eggs in my plate and sit down.

"Honey, this is best for you. You need to learn violence is not the way out. We love you, that's why we're sending you there." Sometimes, I know my mom's afraid of my reactions. Her shaky voice reveals it. I just smile sarcastically and eat everything. I wonder what disgusting breakfast we'll have at the freak camp. I go upstairs to grab my suitcase and my extra bags with make up and bath stuff. My dad enters my room and takes my suitcase down for me. I get into the blue van and wait for my dad in the co pilot seat.

"Aren't you saying goodbye to your brother?" My mom asks me from the pilot's window.
"No." I look away and look at my street. I'm so full with fucking rage.