Beep, beep, beep… I rolled over and hit the snooze button on my alarm. I went back to sleep, that is till I heard my step- mother screaming,
"KAMERON ROSE KNOWLES, GET YOUR ARSE UP THIS INSTANT OR YOUR GONNA MISS THE BUS AGAIN!"
I got up after that, knowing if I was late again I was going to get suspended. Now to most fifteen year olds that might sound like a nice thing, no school, but having to be stuck at home with my step-mother is not a pleasant experience.
I got up and took a quick shower, then got dress in a plain black shirt, dark blue skinny jeans and my black and white beat up converses. I put on my usual make up, black eyeliner, dark blue eye shadow, and a clear coat of lip gloss, and left my natural black hair down.
I went downstairs to see my nineteen year old step-sister dressed in a pink mini skirt, a baby blue top, showing much to much cleavage in my opinion, her bleach blond hair pulled into a tight ponytail, with a mask of make up on her face, and to top it all off white stiletto heals with a matching purse. To put in not so nicely, she was pretty much dressed like her usual appearance of a slut.
I walked past her and grabbed my old camouflage backpack before heading out the door so I could make my bus, not bothering to say goodbye to her or my step-mother. I had to run to make it to my bus before it pulled away, just barely making it in time.
I got in my usual seat at the back of the bus, awaiting my best friend's, Marissa Stewart, stop. To my surprise when the bus driver pulled up to her bus stop she didn't get on with the other students of Castle Vale Secondary School, which is located in Birmingham, England, my hometown. I figured she must've been sick or something. For the rest of the ride I listened to my black iPod nano, something I often did. When the bus stopped at the school I was the last one off, which didn't surprise me, seeing as I was in the back of the bus. School went by as it normally did, the only time people talking to me was to call me emo, or cutter. I'll admit to the emo, but I do not cut… anymore that is.
Now you'll probably want to know why I used to cut, right? Well it goes like this, my dad, when he was still alive, used to abuse and rape me. He was the reason I lost my virginity at age ten. When I was thirteen, two years ago, he died in a car crash. After that I had to live with my step-family of two months, nether knowing what I had been through. Once Jacob Knowles, my father, died there was no reason for me to cut… so I stopped. And I haven't cut once in the two years that passed.
As I got off my bus I started thinking about Marissa, she only missed school when something really bad happened. I decided that I would call her when I got home to make sure she was alright. After about five minutes of walking I arrived at the mini mansion I called home, it took up almost a half an acre of land and had three stories… definitely a mini mansion in my opinion.
I went into the empty house, Kelly, my step-mom was at work, and Jenifer, my step-sister was probably at her boyfriends, Jason Mitchell, house, seeing as she's finished with school. I walked into the kitchen to get something to eat, seeing as I skipped breakfast and lunch, and wound up with a sandwich. I went into my room and grabbed my cell phone, just as I was about to dial I heard a faint tapping coming from where my window was. I looked over and saw an owl sitting there, tapping on the glass, with a letter in its beak. I slowly closed my phone and walked over to my window. I opened it and petted the beautiful, tan colored owl sitting in front of me. I smiled as it cooed contently, did I mention I loved animals. I then gently took the letter from its beak to see who it was addressed to, much to my great surprise it was for me.
