No more than 6 months ago I wanted to live. Six months ago I still had friends. Six months ago I wasn't invisible. Six months ago my boyfriend wasn't dead...
Friday, June 1st
The digital clock on my bed stool started to ramble as 5:30 a.m. flashed green on the screen. I pushed the damned thing off of the stool and onto the floor as it silenced. I mean who the hell thought of starting school on a friday at 6 a.m. I squinted as the light had shown through my curtains. If you couldn't tell already I hate mornings, and whoever said that birds singing during that time was clearly deaf or maybe the birds in my neighborhood are just tone deaf.
"Do you hate me Mr. Sun?" I grumbled before pulling my sticky black hair out of my face and stumbled into the shared bathroom door. "Fuck Cally, get the hell out of the bathroom!"
She opened the door, her dark brown hair in a messy bun and her lightly tan skinned body hidden behind my blue robe. "Seriously Sam, do you know how long it takes for a girl to get ready? God men are so ignorant." She fussed in a loud voice.
"Do you see my face?" I said clearly annoyed. She stared at me like I was asking an obvious question.
"Well duh." She said while rolling her hazel eyes. "Good then you’re not blind when I flash you because you won't get the-"
"Sam!" I heard an athoritive voice behind me. I turned slowly while rolling my eyes knowing exactly who it was. Ms. I've got a stick stuck up my ass. Auburn hair pulled back into a tight bun, thin pink lips in a smug smile, grey and pink business suit and black heels.
Yep you guessed right, Mrs. Andrea Coleman a.k.a my step mother.
"What have I told you about using those disrespectful words in my house?" She said talking slowly like I didn't hear her when she said this speech more then twice a day. Her house? Was she on drugs or something, because she was a flat out gold digger, good for nothing whore who only married my dad for his money? Yeah her house, I thought with a bitter laugh.
"Do you think this is funny Samuel Eli Allen?" She said with her pointy pink nail poking into my shoulder. I rolled my eyes. "No, but just so you know pink, with your skintone yuck!" I said skipping into the bathroom anad getting ready. I could already tell that this was going to be a long day.
So what do yew think?! Should I continue this or not. >-< This is like my first story ever posted online and to be honest I don't think I'm very good at rotting, I mean writing ;D