The Coach's Daughter. ~ Chris Brown

Chapter 15: Can't Trust Thots.

Can't Trust Thots.

I spit the toothpaste filled water out of my mouth and then start easing the tooth paste off of my toothbrush to clean it. I put it in the toothbrush holder and then look up to showcase my teeth in the mirror to see if I'm satisfied with how clean they are.

I shrug, and then walk out of my bathroom to walk back into my room to look for something to wear.

I take my short white canvas chucks from my shoe side of my closet and then walk over to where my pants are folded. I take a pair of light wash blue jeans that I feel like wearing for the day. I then decide to wear a fitted faded blue top with a jeans jacket on top.

I throw my outfit on and simply coat my face with blush, mascara and natural lipstick.

I go over my previously straightened hair and decide on leaving it like that.

I place a simple silver ring on my index finger and then slip on on my Tifany & Co bracelet my mother bought me for my sixteenth birthday a year and a half ago. I was turning eighteen in a few months so who knows what she'll come up with then.

I then go to my bedside table and collect my thick black glasses I dread wearing. They ruin my image in my opinion. It's like my killer outfit doesn't even matter. My dad seems to think otherwise though... He's my father, he's obligated to think I'm beautiful regardless.

I throw my bag over my shoulder and sigh as I make my way out of my room. Boy was I reluctant on leaving the safe haven of my room to go to a place I dread due to having to deal with stupid teenagers who use school for other purposes.

I skip down the stairs and frown when my babies don't run to my feet. That's odd...

I walk into the kitchen to see my lunch and my lunch alone.

I furrow my eyebrows and slowly walk to the packed lunch to place them in my backpack where they won't get squashed by my books.

I walk around the living room, but still... it's silent.

I start calling the names of my family members and then whistle for my dogs.

I frown when I'm greeted with the sound of my own voice echoing instead of a greeting from somebody apart of my household.

I pull out my phone to call one of them but before I do my eyes practically bulge out of my eye-sockets.

I shove my phone into my pocket and bolt to the front door where my keys carelessly lay on the table near the front door. I grasp then in my hand, I open the door, lock it and then slam it shut so I can continuing running to my car.

"Shit, shit!" I curse as I open my car door after unlocking it and then jumping in.

I just had to stay in bed longer because it was so bloody warm and inviting, unlike the cool morning breeze I felt when I was woken up by my alarm. I was late, too late to be precise. I was lucky if I'll even make it to the end of home group or just in time for my first class which happens to be maths.

I shake my head of my thoughts as I slightly go over the speed limit to get to school faster. I didn't want to miss anything and have it go on my squeaky clean record. I happen to want to perfect my attendance for year twelve since this year matters most of all. Gosh the pressure is actually too much that sometimes I get anxiety at the thought of it all.

I curse when there's the usual school traffic and start impatiently tapping my fingers against my steering wheel.

"Come on, come on," I mumble under my breath.