Okay so by request I decided to do another chapter of this. So enjoy!
Bex's POV:
I hear the alarm go off. I slam it about eight times before it finally snoozes. "Agh" I whine. I put my hand on my forehead. For the sake of keeping my ass out of more trouble, I'll pretend I'm not hungover. I look at my purple hair. Apparently I vomited all over myself, great. I just got my hair dyed so I don't really want to wash it, what choice do I have though? I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom to getting ready. I put a little more make up on today. I walk down the stairs. I go over to the phone to call Neve. "No Bex You're grounded" CiCi claims while grabbing the phone out of my hand. "What" I ask. "You know what Bex, No going out with your friends after school, I'm driving you to school today and picking you up, you will stat within my sight, got it Rebecca" Mom asserts. "Hmm" I groan crossing my arms. "I'm still going to make you breakfast, I'm not going to starve you" Mom says. "Okay" I respond.
She makes me a salad, again, which I eat. After she drives me to school. "I'll pick you up after okay" Mom says. "Fine" I reply. I walk out of the door and I into the school. "Hey girl" Neve greets as she joins me walking to health. "Hey" I reply. "So why didn't you call this morning anyway?" Neve questions. "I'm grounded" I answer. "That sucks" She comments. "Yeah, it does" I affirm. I have my normal classes, you know health, history, science, journalism, English, math and French. I have Neve with me for half of those classes, which makes this school thing bearable.
I get out of school and walk over to moms car. I slightly cover my face, because shame. I hop in the car. While we drive home nothing is said. I walk home and turn on the TV. Nothing goods on. "Agh, mom I'm so bored" I complain. "Well here, fold this load laundry" Mom says plopping the laundry basket on my lap. I groan, but I bring it upstairs and fold, hoping to make this easier on myself. After I'm done I put the clothes away. "Now you can put away the dishes" Mom commands while standing in the door way. I walk downstairs and put them away. She has me do all of these chores. She finally goes to bed. I slip into some sweat pants and a grey tee, you know maximum comfort clothes. After she goes the sleep I grab the phone from her room and plug it into my wall. I talk to everyone, all night, mostly complaining about mom. Next Friday Iris's house, I'll find a way out somehow, I always do. I unplug the phone an sneak it back into moms dresser drawer. A smile of satisfaction is on my face. I do have 8 more weeks of this, but on the bright side mom thinks I've learned my lesson.
I never do.
Okay so that's the end, I don't plan to update this anymore. Thanks for reading!
