Hey! Thank you for reading my story. I have posted it before, but I just didn't have time for it and I lost inspiration to write it. But now I have time and my inspiration is back so I decided to post it again! Updates will probably be slow Please leave a review and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story beside Charlie
I woke up to someone banging on my bedroom door.
"What?" I yelled at the person.
"If you don't get up now, you're gonna be late for school" my mother, Heather, replied.
"Okay" I yelled back.
My mother and I do not get along at all. We fight about everything but seeing as it's the first day of school it was easier to just agree with her. My dad left us when I was 5. My mom had cheated on him and he found out and just packed up and left. I don't blame him, as soon as I'm 18, I'm leaving too. There are some days I can't even look at the woman without feeling disgusted with what she did.
I climbed into the shower and washed my hair and body then I got out. I pulled on a red long-sleeved shirt that had a black love heart on it with two skeletons on it. I put on ripped black skinny jeans and red converse.
My best friend is Jeremy Gilbert. We have been best friends since we were 3 years old. Jeremy was there when my dad left, when my Grandma died. He's always been there for me. Now it's my turn to be there for him. He's had a really hard year. His parents died in a car accident and his aunt is now taking care of him and his sister, Elena. Jeremy turned to drugs to deal with how much he is hurting inside. I don't like the fact that he does drugs but I accept it. Sometimes I do drugs with him but I'm not addicted to them like he is.
"Charlotte, come on, I'm leaving and if you're not in that car in 3 minutes I'm leaving without you!" I heard my mother yell from downstairs.
"Coming" I yell back.
My mom is the only one who calls me Charlotte. That is my name but I prefer being called Charlie. She refuses to call me that because according to her she named me Charlotte so that is what she will call me.
I quickly run my hairbrush through my black hair and grab my backpack. I ran down the stairs and out the front door and I hop into the car.
My mother doesn't try to talk to me as she drives to me to school.