How things Burn in Hell

Lakewood, yay?

Do you remember your first day of high school being a freshman and such wasn't it so fun. I know it wasn't so don't try an lie to me because I can't have a friendship built on lies. I've already had enough of those. But I bet money that you have no idea what the heck I'm talking about so maybe I should start at the beginning. 

It all started about four years ago when I moved to Lakewood it was a nice town with nice houses and nice people (so I thought). It was a little different because I had just moved from a big city where I lived in a nice apartment and had a few friends, now I had an ugly house and no friends whatsoever but I guess I was sorta fine with that. When we got to the butt that we called a house I just called my room before my brother could, he's in sixth grade and he's more self conscious than an elephant wearing a tutu. 

When I did get to the room that I wanted I realized that I didn't want it. When I walked in I looked at the floor and saw a mouse, now it may not seem like a big deal to you but I have that thing what's it called musophobia and don't make fun of it cause it's really common, in girls, that are seven. Okay never mind because I'm not a girl and I'm not seven, I consider my self a young woman of the age of nineteen but let's not worry about that now I'll call my psychologist later. See the entire problem with us moving at this time of year was that I literally had to go to school the day after I got there so yeah that sucked a lot. 

So that morning I woke up at 3:00 a.m. wondering why the hell did my body didn't let me sleep longer. I went downstairs and just had a nice bowl of Capitan Smash because who doesn't love off brand cereal I mean really we all know that it's the best of the best. I must have just went up stairs and crashed on my bed again because at 7:10 my Mom yelled " Summer get your ass out of bed", I know how pissed of my mom is when she says my full name instead of calling me Sunny. When I went down stairs to grab my backpack I saw my brother Brian just sitting on the couch drinking apple juice and sticking his tongue out at me because he didn't have to go to school that day. I almost yelled something that would have gotten me years without my phone, but i decided to refrain. 

My mom didn't want me to go on the bus the first day so she drove me in her BMW i3, it's an okay looking car, you should look it up. We rolled up when my mom put her opera music on full blast. Now to a normal teenager of the chipper age of fourteen that would be really embarrassing but I am pretty used to it. When I had left the car she told me "good luck" I replied with an "I'll need a little more than that".