"Pay attention Miss Parker!" Mrs. Scotts yelled. I quickly looked up from where I was doodling and glanced around awkwardly. The whole class was snickering at me. Thing was, I was used to it by now. Stupid ADHD. Our teacher Mrs. Scotts was giving me a death glare from the front of the room. Hard to believe she's married with a face like that.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly. However I didn't mean it. Out of all the kids in this class, I'm the one she always picks on. Mrs. Scotts was an older woman. She had tight, wrinkled skin and dark black eyes. She wore an old fashion jean skirt and her gray hair in a bun that looked more like a birds nest. She just rolled her eyes at my apology and continued the lesson. I continued not paying attention. I stared back down at my drawing pad. I was sketching a picture of a sun. It resembled the sun in the sky. I don't want to brag, but I'm actually a pretty good drawer. For some reason, though, suns were my best thing to draw. The notebook that was supposed to be used for notes was filled with random drawings and doodles. I had to hide it an awful lot from Mrs. Scotts. I managed through the rest of the class and made it home in one piece. I live in Los Angles. My school is a private school. Like all the schools in L.A. I live in a huge mansion, like anyone else in L.A., with my aunt. Both my parents were killed in a car crash when I was three. My single aunt adopted me and I've lived with her ever since. She's really fun and doesn't really have a care in the world. We live in a mansion, because aunt was a child actor. She still gets paid, I guess. Anyway, I walked through the large front doors to our home.
"Holly, is that you?" She shouted from the other room.
"Yeah!" I called back.
"Come in here!"
I proceed into the kitchen and found my aunt standing by the stove. She wore off-the-shoulder white top and tight skinny jeans with little Rhine stones everywhere. Her blonde hair was straightened and shiny. I still don't get how we're related. She is gorgeous and beautiful. I was wimpy and weak. I never wore any make-up and always had on boyish like clothes. My tan hair was always in a pony-tail and I let my short bangs hang in front of my eye. My aunt was always trying to get me to dress more like a girl.
"Look, they make popcorn that goes on the stove!" She cried in excitement, motioning to the puffed up bag in a frying pan. My aunt was blonde and sort of an airhead, but I loved her anyway. I just laughed at my aunt.
"I see that." I set down my book back and pulled out my math book.
"You have a lot of homework?" She asked, taking notice in my books.
"Yeah, and it's getting harder and harder! I hate dyslexia!" Yes, I am dyslexic and ADHD. I'm a mess. Why do I bother with life? I don't know. But I stick around for the best things in life like Rules of Engagement and mint chocolate chip ice cream.But, this is my life.
"You're sure you don't want me to get you a tutor?" She had asked countless times about that. It's just something to make me feel even more stupid.
"No, I'll mange with a barley passing grade." I explained sarcastically.
"Alright, if you're sure. My aunt headed into the living room and flopped down on the large L-shaped couch. She turned on C.S.I Miami on the 28 inch flat screen. I glared down at my algebra homework and sighed loudly.
"Algebra…yay."