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Pounding on my door roused me awake.

"Mia! If you don't wake the up and get your skinny ass downstairs in 20 minutes I am leaving without you!" my sister screeched from the other side of my bedroom door.

She pounded on the door about 37 more times until I finally cracked.

"Calm your ass!" I yelled at her.

I heard her take a sharp intake of breath, probably preparing to say some smart-ass remark.

"Im getting up, Mel. Calm your horses. I'll be down in a few." I said just loud enough so she could hear me.

Getting up from my bed, I stretched and headed towards my bathroom, and grudgingly started my morning routine.

Strip clothes off, jump in shower, brush teeth, rinse, and lather, repeat.

Pulling back the shower curtain and grabbing the towel hanging from the hook, I wrapped it around my self and walked towards the mirror.

I wiped the steemed glass and glazed my reflection.

My large, dull brown eyes stared back at me, framed by thick black lashes. My long brown hair, almost black now when damp, stuck to the sides of my face and neck.

Running my fingers through my hair, I turned and walked out of the bathroom. Walking over to my closet I quicly pulled on a pair of black straight legs and a navy blue v-neck sweater, I ran my fingers through my hair and let it fall loosely around my shoulders.

Not bothering with too much make up I added a little bit of eye liner and trudged down the stairs.

Melissa was chugging down a cup of orange juice when I entered the kitchen. She threw the cup in the trash and hastily fixed her sandy blond hair to perfection. Looking in the reflection of our stainless steel refrigerator, she smiled at herself and winked.


I cleared my throat, letting her know I was in the room.

She turned around and gave me a frustrated smile.

"Ready to go?" she asked in a chirpy voice.

"Oh yeah." I muttered sarcastically.

Well I'm not ganna be home til around 7-ish. Damn Boss is making another meeting." As you can see, my sister hates her job. She works for some CEO bullshit.

A while back my parents crashed with a drunk driver, pretty fatal for them, not so fatal for the drunken stupid ass behind the wheel. The man was driving way over the speed limit, blowing several red lights and ignoring most trafic laws. Unfortunately, my parents happened to be crossing the intersection at the exact moment the drunk ran a stop light, ramming into them with incredible force. In the end, the man walked away with a few broken bones and a little blood loss. My parents both died, a freak incident I tended to block from my memory.

My sister, Melissa, who was 19 when this happened, stopped her partying life style and took the job of taking care of me. So now, she is 25, a successful businesswoman and is miserable.

On the bright side we get to keep the house and I can live with her, my protests against a foster home probably still rang through the judges ears.

"Is everything okay?" she asked wearily, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Never better," I muttered underneath my breath.

We both slid into her sleek, black Mercedes, something my sister treasured probably more than her own life.

A couple minutes later we pulled into the large lot of CRHS.


She dropped me off and I grunted a thank you to her.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder I grudgingly walked into the schools building.

Several people bumped into me, glaring at me as if I wasn't supposed to be alive.

Heading straight to my locker I hurriedly put in my combination and threw my books in, trying to avoid any confrontation with him.

Quickly grabbing what I needed I slammed my locker shut, but of course, there he was.

Tyler Gregery was leaning against a locker, his dirty blond hair was sexily disheveled and his toned muscles showed beneath his fitted T-shirt.

Oh yeah, and don't forget the hoe bag who is practically glued to his front side.

He caught me starring at him and laughed, a weird look masking his features when he saw the few tears that pooled in my eyes. I gave him a disgusted look before running off to the girls' room.


Kelly Remers was glossing her lips while her little minions were kissing her feet. Well not literally but they might as well have.

They all surrounded her, telling her how gorgeous her Glossy blond hair was and how 'Ah-mazing' her body is.

When they saw me, they all stared back at Kelly as if asking her permission to say something. All she did was give me a sickened look and saunter out of the bathroom, well more like twitched. Her minions followed her, surprisingly. (Sarcasm)

I ran into a stall, pulled the seat cover down and sat on it, pulling my knees to my chest and cried.

Tyler was an arrogant ass, only caring for himself and least of all giving a shit about me. Especially me.

I hated the way I missed him, the way I wanted to see him smile at me with love in his eyes, claiming me. With a sickening realization, I cried even harder, hating the way I cared for him after everything...







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