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Worst Day Ever

(Kate PoV)

A loud pounding on my door woke me up from a deep sleep.

"Katherine Katrina Kalls wake up right now and get ready for school." Of course it was my dad screaming at me. He's been furious at me since Brad Friel's family decided to sue us for 6 million dollars after I sunk their boat at a 4th of July party this summer.

I couldn't blame him for being angry with me. I was angry with myself. I felt so horrible and stupid. I made a drunken mistake and it cost me all of my friends and it's going to cost my dad more money than he will ever have. Of course I felt bad about it, but I also felt like my dad didn't love me anymore.

"I'm up dad." I replied. I got up and went into the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself. A mint and a half ago I was fun, pretty, loved, and young. Now I look old. I had aged so much in the last six weeks. I haven't been sleeping well because I've been stressed out. I can hardly be fun anymore because I have no friends. And the dark purple bags under my eyes just make me look like the walking dead.

But I decided to try and make myself look good. I was going to try and get my friends back, and I was going to try and be more positive. I caked on concealer, foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and other makeup trying to make myself look like a teenager still. I've aged so much so fast I look like I'm 27 instead of 17. but the makeup made me look younger again.

I straightened my dirty blonde hair and pulled my bangs out of my face. I tried to dress cute. I wore a pink Aztec print shirt with my white high-rise shorts and a pair of white and gold sandals. I thought looked cute, hopefully other people would think so too.

I realized that I didn't have a ride to school today. Brad usually takes me, but he hasn't spoken to me outside of court since I sunk his family's boat. I tried calling Rachel Black for a ride.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hello?" Rachel's shrill voice answered the phone.

"Hi Rachel." I replied.

"Um... Who is this?"

"It's Kate. I was wondering if I could have...."

"Um no you can't." She interrupted.

"You didn't even let me..."

"Please don't ever call me again." she snapped before hanging up the phone.

I called 8 or 9 other people for rides, and all the conversations were pretty similar to that one.

I even broke down and called brad.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"What do you want?" He clearly knew it was me.

"Look I need a favor. I need a ride to school." I asked.

"Here's an idea. Why don't you take my boat to school. Oh wait. It's 130 feet underwater at the bottom of the lake! Hmmm... I wonder how it got there."

"Ok. You know how sorry I am, just please, I really need a ride." I begged.

"Ok how about this. I'll drive my car over there, and you and I can push it off the docks into the lake. And we will see how far you can drive in the water. Hell, maybe you'll even make it all the way to where you sank my boat before you sink my car too. And then maybe you can spend the rest of your life fishing both of them out of the lake and trying to pay my family the millions of dollars that you're about to owe us!" He shouted and hung up.

How am I supposed to get to school now. I could already tell that senior year was gonna suck. I currently had no friends and now I might miss the first day.