I hate mornings, they usually only mean one thing. The short period of time between sleeping and school. Man i hate school, it's boring who the hell needs to know that the desk is 75cm long, isn't that a carpenters job? I don't have a heck of a lot of friends..... well i don't really have any. Everyone thinks I'm weird. Is there something wrong with me because girls clothes are so ugly? Is it my fault I'd rather do guy things, I mean what's better than skating? God I want to skate, 6 hours of prison where there will be no skating. Man I hate school.
"Juanita! Are you up yet?" My foster mom called up to me. She's a nice enough lady... but she's not my mom.
"Hmmmmmmm" I groaned annoyed. Don't grown up's realize how boring school is. Wait scrap that thought. it's the only reason they send us there. I'd rather be doing something fun like..... you guessed it skating.
I shivered as a draught blew through my room. Winter it sucks, it's too cold and snow makes it hard to skate. I'm a summer person, all that free time outside in the sun, it makes great skating weather.
I pulled the blankets up higher and curled up closer. I really didn't want to get up, it was far too cold and summer was still a good four months away. Christmas has come and gone.... it feels really weird, it's only my third Christmas since mom and dad died. I really miss them. I mean why my parents, what did I do to deserve this, I was good. I went to church every Sunday with parents.... now if I can, I cross the street to avoid them.
"Juanita! Hurry Up!" My foster mom yelled. She was getting impatient now. God woman don't you realize how damn cold it is. I think it should be against the law to have to go to school in such cold weather, isn't it in the Bill of Rights or something, forbidding cruel and unusual punishment.
The door opened wildly and I winced and saw my foster mom standing there, She was shortish, still taller than me, but that's not hard. She was a bit podgy, but she was a warm loving person.
"Juanita, if you want to have any hot water left for your shower I suggest you get your A into G and get your ass moving." She lectured.
"Fine," I mumbled grumpily and through the covers off. I quickly grabbed some clothes and ran to the shower. We need more carpet, this wood floor is far to cold to walk in. Couldn't we have underfloor heating.
I undressed and quickly got under the warm stream of water. Man that feels good. The only problem is, I don't want to get out now. I put off washing myself, and just let the warm water run over my body.
"Damn it, who put the damn soap over there" I moaned to myself, really what idiot put's it down the other end of the bath. Man I'm going to kill my foster sister.
I quickly dived out of the water and grabbed the soap before warming myself back up under the shower stream. I slowly washed myself before washing my hair. I don't know why I bother, I always wear a do rag.
"Juanita, hurry up! Your breakfast is getting cold!" My foster mom yelled. Sheez sometimes she can be so impatient. I guess I better hurry up...... but then again school... Yuk!