"Born and raised by hypocrites"
Sarah lies in her bed, listening to music, when her boyfriend enters the bedroom.
"Hey baby", he whispers sweetly. She pretends she's asleep. She's sick of him. He's a sweetheart, but she's not interested. She doesn't want roses and chocolate, she wants alcohol and cigarettes, she doesn't want to make love and cuddle, she wants to fuck and make out.
"Honey, are you sleeping?"
Honey. she hates that word.
Earl goes to bed next to her and wraps an arm around her.
Ugh, why did she ask him to sleep over?
He kisses her hair and drifts off to sleep.
Finally.
The next morning she's up making breakfast, oatmeal and tea. Earl starts school earlier than herself, so he's already left. She finishes her breakfast and goes into the bathroom.
Black eyeliner, mascara and dark red lipstick. Without it she's naked. She glances at the clock.
08:57
She starts in three minutes, but what the hell.
Her mum isn't home so she can't scold her.
She's still in her underwear and her hair's in a mess.
She doesn't care if she's late for school.
She brushes through her brown hair and runs her fingers through it. It looks like she doesn't care. She sprays on some hairspray, puts on a pair of black jeansshorts and a black, tight top.
She slips in her high heeled boots and her leatherjacket, grabs her bag and goes to the hell hole they call school.
She dumps her bag in her locker and opens the classroom door.
It's 8:28.
"Good morning, Sarah", her teacher, George, says.
"Mm", she replies.
"You're late."
"I didn't realise."
"A half hour."
"27 minutes."
"So you did realise."
She sits down on her chair and puts her feet on the desk, "yes."
George sighs. The students glare. The lessons pass, one by one, slowly as hell.
After school, she sits down in the corridor and picks up her phone.
Her mum is home now, so there will be no point in going home. She'a going on a date with Earl tonight, gonna meet his cousin and her boyfriend.
Fun. Not.
She looks at her wallpaper.
It's Billie Joe Armstrong shirtless.
She smiles.
After checking Instagram, Tumblr and Facebook, she picks up her bag and slowly walks home.
The door is open, so she enters.
"There you are!"
"Here I am."
"How was school?"
"Pretty okay."
"Did you and Earl have a good time yesterday?"
"Yes."
"Did he stay the night?"
"Yes."
"You're fifteen, Sarah"
She raises an eyebrow
"So?"
"SO I don't want you to have boys sleeping over"
"Mum, he's my boyfriend, and I'm a virgin-" NOT HAHA "- and I will remain a virgin for a long while."
"Good." Her mum leaves.
Fucking loser. Whenever she's not drunk or stoned she pretends to be a real mum. An overprotective bitch.
Sarah goes into her room, lies down on her bed and checks Instagram.
EarlRichi97 said: hey baby. lookin fwd to our date tonite. my cuzin says hi
She rolls her eyes and gets fixed for the date.
18:36
Earl kisses her on the cheek.
"Honey, this is Linda, my cousin, and Aaron, her boyfriend", he says.
Linda has light brown hair like Earl, and grey big eyes. Aaron has dark brown hair, golden eyes and a lip piercing. He also has a tattoo on his neck. It's a star with an "L" in it.
"Nice to meet you", Sarah mumbles.
They all sit down.
19:45
Linda seems like a nice girl, a lot like Earl.
Aaron seems to be badass. He's got several tattoos and he's been to jail once.
"I need to use the rest room", Linda and Earl say at the same time. Everyone smiles and Linda and Earl leave.
Sarah sips on her coke. She would have ordered a whisky if it wasn't for her damn age.
Fifteen. Fucking fifteeen.
At least she was allowed to fuck, but she had done that since she was fourteen.
"So Sarah", Aaron says.
"Hm?"
"You seem like a cool girl. Not Earl's type"
"Back atcha."
Aaron smiles.
"You should come visit my areas."
"Your areas?"
"Well not MINE-mine.. Saint Jimmy is kinda like the boss of the place."
"Saint Jimmy? Who's that?"
"You'll see if you come visit us"
"Tomorrow?"
"I'll pick you up at six?"
"Okay."
They smile.
Sarah is keen to know more about this Saint Jimmy, but she doesn't ask.
"How old are you again?" She asks instead.
"19."
"Can you order a whisky for me? I can't handle this date without one."
"Sure."
The night goes on.
