Love? No. (Girlxgirl)

School? No.

Chapter one.

Riots pov.

I woke up to the sound of glass breaking, Shit. I sprung from my bed opened my door, only to hear muffled cries and screams. I knew it was my sister. I ran to the kitchen, where she was curled into a fetal position crying.

"I w-was going to m-make you breakf-fast but I d-dropped the glass and I-it shattered everywhere." She managed to say between her strained tears.

"Hey love, it's okay. Thanks for the nice thought though. How about you go to your and room get cleaned up? Huh? When you get back breakfast will be made." With that she ran off to her room to get dressed for school.

My dad is a business man, all ways gone. Doesn't care.. The usuall stereo-typical man. He send us money, and cares for us. He is just more self involved, than a usuall father. "Angela?" I called from the kitchen. She soon came, "yes riot?" She asked

"Will you cook Brittany breakfast while I get ready for school?" I asked kindly, to which she agreed.

Angela is our maid, she was hired by my father to take care of us after our mother.. Passed on.

I went up to my room, and turned on my music. White Rabbit, by Egypt central came blasting through my stereo speakers. I plugged in my hair straightener and grabbed my hairspray & comb. After straightening my layered black hair I teased it. I pulled on a pair of white skinnys, a motley Crüe tank and my chucks. It was allways hot in California, so I passed right by my jacket. I went in my bathroom put on my regular ring of eyeliner and mascara and brushed my teeth. I grabbed my back pack, and went back to the kitchen.

Brittany was eating breakfast, it looked good so I stole a peice of bacon off of her plate. She glared at me, but to quickly be replaced by a giggle. Once she finished we grabbed our things and headed out the door after telling Angela bye. I walked my little sister to her junior high. Then I continued passed it, walking to my school. I got to the two story building labeled "Home Of The Falcons! California High" I sighed. School was allways complete hell for me, I don't like it at all. Preps and shit, but whatever. Fuck it, I walked into the double doors only to be bombarded by a fight. Allready on the first day? Oh well, a good fight never hurt, and with that I jumped in.