BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEP -
"God damnit!" I cursed, burying myself further under the covers, trying to block out the sounds of my alarm echoing its way throughout my bedroom. A sign that today was brand new, reminding me that today was also my first day at my new school.
Groaning, I reluctantly flipped the covers off, staring at the ceiling. The silence was deafening. No one was home, something I had been well used to ever since I was younger. My parents were barely ever there. My mother a neurosurgeon and my father a busy business man that worked in the stock market. I had everything handed to me upon a silver platter ever since I could remember. My parents shoving materialistic what-nots down my throat, to make up for their absence.
Swinging my legs over the side of my California king bed, I stretched.
"6:30." I mumbled, glancing at the clock. I barely knew anything about my new school. Only that Degrassi was a prime spot for drama, from what I'd researched on the internet. I didn't know if there was a dress-code, and if there was, I wasn't informed. Not like I cared that much anyways.
After a half hour of figuring what to wear, I settled on a pair of dark-washed skinny jeans, and an open-backed over-sized white top, with the words 'wasted youth' printed diagonally on the front. The light top contrasted with my olive skin tone, and my straight dark brown hair. I bent down, placing my feet into white flats.
Grabbing my leather satchel, I swung it over my shoulder, picking up my iPhone from my desk. On the way out of my room, I stopped at the side table next to my bed, grabbing the finely rolled joint that lay there.
As I traipsed down the princess staircase, I swam in the echoes that my footsteps created. I wondered where my nanny was, hoping there would be someone to grace my presence on this lonely morning.
"Angelica? Angelica!" I yelled, entering the kitchen, where there was a granola bar and a bottle of water set out for me. A small note peeking out from under the beverage.
Gone to the grocery store to pick up. Have a great day at your new school, Imogen!
I Love You,
Angelica
"Love you, too." I crumpled up the note, shoving the two items into my bag.
Walking outside, I was graced with warm spring air and the sun shining down upon me. I felt better, responding to the warmth that spread about my body. Picking a white daisy from the garden, I pushed it behind my ear.
"Good morning, Miss Moreno!"
I turned, to see one of the gardeners, pop his head out from behind a bush, a toothy grin spreading across his tanned wrinkled face.
"Morning, Pancho!" I grinned, waving, as I made my way to my car.
Once, I was settled in, I fished through my center console for a lighter. Sparking the joint, I inhaled deeply, holding the skunky smoke in until I couldn't anymore.
Marijuana. No, I wasn't dependent upon it. Actually, it helped me, especially with my anxiety. I didn't like pills or medication, so I took the holistic route and turned to Cannabis. It was smooth and invigorating, and caused my nerves relax. I adored it, and loved it. My parents knew, and if they cared, I didn't know about it.
I pulled out of the driveway, beeping my goodbye to Pancho.