Brittany: Untold

I sat anxiously at home. The faded brown couch was rock-hard but, I didn't notice. Mom was coming home. I had already hidden my Cheerios uniform in the closet. Would she notice? No. , I thought the only closet she cared about was filled with wine. I closed my eyes. I heard the door slam open.

"Brittany?" my mom called.

"In here." I called in a monotone voice.

I always used the ton, it hid my fear. No one ever realized that. My mom walked in. She was 30 years old, with Blonde hair and green eyes, she could have anyone. But when that hair was barely brushed, and those eyes bloodshot what good man would want that?

She stood with a sketchy looking man. He looked me up and down and grinned. I was glad I put on a sweatshirt. I turned to my mom,

"This is Bryan. Leave us alone." She said forcefully. I nodded. My mom chuckled and pulled Bryan into her room. I sighed and got out my Algebra book. I couldn't concentrate, so I ended up just guessing on the questions. My mind went hazy and soon, I was asleep.

"Brittany!" my mother yelled. I shuddered awake to see my mom pouring herself some Vodka, while in her underwear. It wasn't a pleasant sight.

"Get ready for school. I can't drive you. I have work." She slurred. She sipped the drink and pointed at the clock. I turned to see it was 8 o'clock. I hopped up and rushed to the bathroom. I hurried to take a shower and as I stepped out I noticed something in the trashcan.

Quinn had explained to me what it was, but I couldn't remember. I slipped into my Cheerios uniform and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I snuck out to my mom's old 1978 VW and drove to pick up Santana. I never understood her.

Sometimes, she gets me to do things I don't want to do. She likes to take advantage of me, then not talk to me for a week. Oh, and the rumors. You see I had only had "IT" once. With Artie. No one knew because of Santana's rumors. Guys I didn't even know said they had "IT" with me. Then everyone liked me more.

So I always went along with it.

"Hey Britz." Santana said, hopping into the car.

"Hi." I replied. She started to check herself out in the mirror while I drove along. What was it Quinn had told me about that thing?

"BRITT!" Santana screamed.

"What?" I asked. She grabbed the wheel and swerved to the right. A car zoomed past. "We drive on the side that doesn't make an L!" Santana screamed. I cowered in my seat. Santana smiled her You-amuse-the-crap-out-of-me smile. I smiled an I-wasn't-paying-attention-and-I-know-my-right-from-my-left smile. She didn't catch it. I sighed. This was going to be a long day.