"Stella!", I shrieked looking at my art project.
"What the hell did you do?", I said angrily.
My art piece for the competition for my school was completely ruined by Stella. I had worked so hard on it the night before and I was almost close to tears. She must have sneaked in the room last night, because my piece looked totally different with splashes of pink and yellow. Stella quickly ran into the living room.
"Oh I added some colors to make it pop ,it looked so boring", she said with a wide grin.
My fists were trembling.She ruined my project and she ruined everything for me. I gave her the most sharpest glare and lost it.
"I told you NOT to touch it Stella", I said starting into tears.
"Yet you can't get it into your stubborn ass brain", I said marching away.
I ran into my room. I tried to get my shit together in time for school. I was still in my PJ's I had to get ready for school. So I put on my white shirt, an orange cardigan, red skater skirt,and brown boots. It was simple but cute , the cardigan popped and was the highlight of this piece. I put on makeup on my face, brushed my teeth, and combed out my long golden hair. I braided my hair into a messy side braid, and headed downstairs for breakfast. Stella beat me too it, she quietly crunched on Cheerios , while I had my favorite chocolate chip pancakes. I sat across from her giving her a raging glare. Stella wore a striped t , high waited jeans, and burgundy high top converse. Her was perfect swept across her back.She looked perfect, just like our mom.
"You shouldn't have touched it you ruined everything", I said in an anguished tone.
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry!", she said in a loud get-over-it voice.
"I'm sick of you", I said after that there was silence.
My mom shuffled into the kitchen into her pajamas and grabbed a morning coffee.She looked at the both of us and could already tell we were mad as hell.
"Mom Stella ruined my art project after I told her million times not to touch it , now I'm not going to win the competition", I said trying to be calm.
But I stabbed my fork right into my pancake so that gave away my fury. She looked at Stella and at me and looked and me and Stella again . Trying to figure out what to say or do.
"I was only trying to help.", Stella said calmly. "With all due respect your project looked like a sleep fest", she said biting into an apple.
I wanted to punch that smug look right off her pretty little perfect face. But I didn't. I finished my breakfast and grabbed my car keys, normally I drive Stella to school but today I really didn't want to deal with her crap.
"Mom Fiona thinks she doesn't have to drive me school cuz she's pissed", Stella said annoyed.
"Fiona you are not leaving this house without Stella", my mother said in an annoyed tone.
I stopped in my tracks and I felt so angry. Not , because what Stella did was absolutely horrible but that my mom always took her side. Always and she knew Stella should've been punished for destroying my project. Speaking of projects I forgot it in the living so I quickly ran and got it. It would be better to have something than nothing I thought.
"Fine", I said as I ran back into the kitchen swinging my backpack onto my back.
"Let's go", I said in a monotone voice.
She followed me into the car. It was a 2016 Camry and I got it for my 16th birthday. It was a metallic color and I loved it. Stella slouched in the front seat while I put my project in the trunk. I sat in the driver's seat, and before starting the car I gave her a mean stare.
"I'm sorry OK", she said while trying to turn on the radio.
I smacked her hand away from it.
"Stella no I can't have music right now I'm trying to think", I said sternly.
" Come on that's bull you always listen to music rain or shine", Stella said trying to turn on the radio.
"Today has not quite been my morning so if you could just stop being annoying for one second", I said in a sarcastic tone.
" Oh c'mon" , she said aiming for the radio again.
We were driving at this point and Stella wouldn't give up.
"Stop I said no radio", I said screaming. "Do you want a freaking ride or not", I said bluntly.
"What's your problem?", she said hurt.
"You ruined my fucking project and you ruin everything that's my problem", I said in the most angry tone I rarely use.
At this point Stella had it. She swung the car door open , and walked out.
"You will never get to school on time if you walk", I said trying to get her back in the car. Mom would kill me if she figured out Stella walked home. Part of the reason I got this car was to take Stella to school. Mom would be pissed. I pulled in next to Stella.
"Come back in the car you can play the radio", I said wearily. She gave me a hurt look.
"No", she screamed back. "You..you...you just hate me", she said following her decline.
"Mom is going to kill me Stella come back in the car and we will forget about my art project", I said trying to be happy when I clearly wasn't.
Time was ticking and Stella kept on walking farther away. I had five minutes to get to school. I tried getting her into the car , but she was just too suborn like me. So I left her to walk swallowing really hard , because I knew when I got home the punishments would be severe. I finally pulled into my high school's parking lot. The grand oh so grand Riverside high school. I quickly got out of the car and got my project. Totally forgetting about the morning's events. School did that to me it made me forget about everything at home , it was like I was a new person new worries. I walked into the huge school and walked into homeroom where I sat right next to Tessa Olivia Martin. Tess for short. She was my best friend since kindergarten and let me tell you how we met.
I was the brainiac of Mrs.Jones kindergarten class any work I could spell it. Any math problem I could solve it. Until one day I messed up bad on the most simplest word apple. I knew how to spell every other word, but this word . One day I was called on to spell that word Mrs. Jones had a confident expression on her face because she knew I could already spell it. But when I tried to spell it I stuttered , and the word escape from my brain. I spelled out 'aeple' , instead and the whole class teased me about at recess and the rest of the year. The class bully Mike came up to me and got the whole class to tease me about how I spelled it.
"Hahaha you can't even spell apple", he teased pointing his fat finger at me.
The whole class laughed and jeered him on.
"Oh how do you spell dog 'dawg", he said the whole class erupted in smirks.
Mrs.Jones couldn't rescue me , because she was on the other side of the playground, so the whole class teased me, until this one bold girl stood up for me Tessa Olivia Martin.
"Leave her alone she made one mistake", she said confidently.
"She's probably smarter than all of you combined", she said crossing her arms across her chest.
Tess had no front teeth. She was wearing a dress with flowers, and had her hair in two high braided pigtails. She had tan skin and dark brown hair. She was half Brazilian. And ever since that day we became the best of friends. We had each other's back and nothing could get between us.
"Tess", I said shoving my elbow into her side. She quickly turned around.
"My art project got ruined by Stella", I said in a pissed tone.She looked at it.
"Fiona chill it's not that bad", she said smiling.
"You're just overreacting", she said.
"Really because I thought I looked really bad", I took a moment to look at it and I guess it didn't look that bad.
"Matthew keeps on texting me Fiona he wants to hang out what should I say", she blurted out to me.
"Aweee Matthew and Tess I likeeee", I said in annoy your best friend as much as possible voice.
"Shut up we are just friends", she said winking knowing deep inside it wasn't true.
Before I could same something else our AP Lit teacher Mr. Poff walked in. He had the cheesiest mug that read 'World's Best Teacher', it was so freaking cheesy. Me and Tess giggled at that.
With a raging bell the school day began.