One Way Out (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION-EDITING)

(3) First Day Of School...All Over Again.

Chapter 3;
First Day Of School. . .All Over Again
Angies POV

Beep! Beep! Beep!

My alarm clock beeps on my night stand on the side of my bed. Without pulling the cover from over my head, I wack my hand on it not only making it stop, but making it fall to the floor in the process.

I sigh as I sit up on my bed.

Today is the day, we start school. And I am so not looking forward to it. We had a tour of the school. It was pretty nice I guess. Justice showed me to all my classes. But I'm pretty sure I don't remember where half of them are.

I jump out of bed and pick up my alarm clock. I set it back on my night stand as I look at the time. 5:30. Seriously? 5:30!? I have never woken up this early since my orphan days.

I make my way to my personal bathroom. I turn on the facut, and hop in. The warm water rushes down my back. I wash my body then my hair. I jump out and dry myself. With the towel around me, I brush my teeth.

I make my way to my closet next. I decide to wear a black belly shirt that says boy crazy in pink letters. I slide on whitish-bluish jeans, and black boots. I put on a necklace with a peace sign to complete the outfit. My long wavy black hair reaches my waste. I slide a comb through it before heading downstairs

As I step into the kitchen, everyone turns to look at me. My 'brother' Caleb breaks the silence.

"Ohh no way. Go put on a longer shirt. That one is to small for you."

I walk over to him and slap him on the chest.

"Oh shut up. It's suppose to be like this. Smart one."

I grab a cup from the cabnet and pour a cup of apple juice into it.

I lean back on the counter, my left hand pressing against the counter and the apple juice in my right hand.

"And besides. How much do you want to bet Nikole is going to walk in here with something ten times worse than what I have on?"

Everyone nodded their head in agreement.

And I was dead right.

Nikole walked into the kitchen.

She wore a blue belly shirt with the batman sign and red shorts. She also had on yellow vans to complete the outfit.

And it was obvious that the shorts were to short.

Nikole walked over by me and shoved me out of the way as she grabbed a cup and poured milk into it.

I jumped onto the counter and chuckled.

"Nikole. I don't know if your aware, but those shorts are to short. Your ass is hanging out."

Nikole gave me the death glare.

"Oh really? Why are you even looking at my ass you pervert?"

I hopped off the counter and gave a little chuckle.

"First of all, I am no where near a pervert. Second, It is clearly visible those shorts are to short. In that matter, It is not my fault that people can see your ass hanging out a mile away, and that you don't know how to dress like your age."

Nikole slammed the glass onto the counter and pointed her finger at me.

"You little bitch. This is my life. This is my body. And I can dress how I choose. So you just mind your own god damn business. Okay? You are the stupidest little whore I have ever layed eyes on. Why are you even here? You don't deserve to be here. You. Are. Useless!"