"Good morning Bristol! It's a beautiful sunny day and it looks like the perfect day for some great hits!"
The morning radio host is a douchebag & I hope he gets fired soon. How can anybody be so goddamn perky this early in the fucking morning? What was today anyway? Groaning & making my first movement since I woke up, I rolled over to check my cellphone. Sliding the top up, a picture of Chris glared at me.
Chris.
He really was dead wasn't he? Only person I know that could die from smoking too much spliff. The next picture popped up and I closed my eyes as his stared right at me. Shaking my head, I looked at the date & sighed. School. The bane of my existence. Ugh. Getting out of bed hurriedly, I walked slowly into my bathroom & didn't even bother to look in the mirror before jumping into the shower. Scrubbing furiously until the only thing I could smell was some fruity apricot scrub shit that my mother had bought me a couple of days back.
After getting out and getting dressed in shorts, fishnets, a satin baby doll tank top, and black ankle boots, I grabbed my stuff and practically jumped down the stairs. "Mum?"
"In here darling!" Her voice rang out from the kitchen. I walked in and grabbed a green apple from the basket on the table. "Ooh, you look pretty. Excited for your first day back?"
My mother is a tall, leggy blonde, much like me. She works at Vogue England but is a senior editor & abuses the power to her advantage. My father often comments on how I get my bitchiness and raging control issues from her. I can never bring myself to disagree because the fat sod is completely right.
"Mother, it is school. No one is ever excited about school." My reply is short and to the point for reasons that are not particularly important right now. Snatching my keys from the counter, I unlock the doors and kiss my mother's cheek before hurrying out to the garage and to my Mustang convertible. Hopping into the front seat and pulling on my 50's style sunglasses, I drove out of the driveway and grabbed my phone again. Dialing Effy, I wedged the phone between my ear & shoulder and took out cigarette.
"Hey Jacks." Effy's dull voice sounded through the phone. I could hear her dad shouting in the background & smiled to myself. Lighting my cigarette, I took a long drag of it.
"Good morning to you too Effs. You sound extremely excited this morning. Where are you? And what happened with your dad this time?"
"Oh nothing, just ran over a bike and into a pole on 7th & Main." Heading towards where she had just mentioned, I sighed and placed one hand lazily on the wheel. Only Effy could sound so damn calm about something like that. Turning the corner, I spotted Mr. Stonem waving his hands around like a mad man at a poor old lady.
"I see him. He's redder than a tomato. Get out of the fucking car and come get a beer with me." I parked the car practically half on the sidewalk half on the street before exiting it and walking towards Eff. My faux-fur should bag bumped my leg as I smiled at her.
"My dad is a grand fucker." Laughing, I turned around to head to the truck when I saw him.
Him, him.
Cook.
Fucker.
Fuck.
