So I know it's been months and you probably all hate me a load for not updating in FOR-EV-ER! But I really did have my reasons :S Anyway I've tried to make this chapter as long as possible because you guys deserve that after waiting so long so here it is:
How to Turn a Good Girl Bad:
StepSeventeen: You Bring Out the Good Girl's Inner Hulk
I could hear my sister’s laughter from the seat next to me as I drove. My fingers twitched on the steering wheel as I tried to fight back my annoyance.
“Stop laughing.” I growled. “It’s really not funny.” I said this all through gritted teeth.
This only made her laugh louder.
“Oh but it is!” She argued, tossing her head side to side, making her blonde hair fly. “Actually it’s hilarious.” I gave her a blank, unimpressed look, as I pulled silently and broodingly into a parking space.
I could honestly see that maybe from a sadist’ perspective this could be slightly amusing. I glared at her as I climbed out, for the first time in a long time being out of the car faster than she was. Then again she was slowed down by her giggles.
I bared my teeth as she was caught in another onslaught of laughter. She obviously found my situation very amusing indeed. I stormed silently to the front doors, almost knocking over a small girl in my haste to get away. No such luck. Rebecca had the speed of a freight-train.
I studiously ignored her as I stomped my way to my locker. Mary-Anne was stood there waiting for me as I brusquely strode in her direction. Even she flinched back at my obvious bad temper. I was someone who wasn’t to be messed with today.
I had honestly had the worst weekend imaginable. My parents were still home. And there was still an awkward atmosphere that lingered in the room whenever both my mum and I were in the same room together. And we were never ever alone in a room together either. I guess seeing my dad again was great though. He had apologised for what my mother did, even tried to excuse it. But I still couldn’t get the fact she had done it out of my head.
What was worse though was she hadn’t even tried to apologise about it. I would have thought that she would at least be remorseful about it. But no. She seemed to believe she had the right to do so. I mean I know it does happen, and for some people that would be normal...but I never thought that it was right to hit your child.
The worst times though were the times when I was at home for my suspension and there was no Rebecca. My mother was adamant on the idea of me never leaving the house to have a social life again until I was thirty, which unsurprisingly enough had been hers.
She was dead set on giving me no leverage in which I could ‘resume my alarmingly rapid downward spiral in to delinquency’ as she had so delicately put it. She had more of an over imagination than Rebecca did.
Yet it this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg. Nope. It gets much worse. My mother had to then come up with the most ‘ingenious’ idea of hers yet. Please note the heavy sarcasm. She was now-
“What’s so funny?” Blake’s easily recognisable voice spoke up from behind me, very close behind me, making me jump out of my thoughts, and skin.
“Don’t sneak up on people like that Blake.” I hissed, placing a hand over my hammering heart. Was he trying to give me a heart attack? I sent him a glare as I shuffled through my locker, leaving a mess of papers in my wake.
“Wow someone’s very grumpy this morning.” He said in a sing song voice.
“Yeah what’s wrong Hailey?” Mary-Anne asked in genuine concern. Rebecca just started laughing even more. I’m sure there were tears in her eyes she was laughing that much. Evil bitch. I couldn’t find anything amusing about my...predicament...at all. I slammed my locker door shut.
“Nothing.” I answered while glaring at Rebecca.
She was gasping for air, as she doubled over, holding on to Blake for support. “She doesn’t seem to think it’s nothing.” Blake pointed out. “And it’s got to be something to get you so wound up about it.” I gritted my teeth.