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Day 2 – 86 more to go…
I opened my eyes and groaned while they tried to adjust to the light. I'm still in this hell-hole; I was kind of hoping everything had just been a fucking dream, I was wrong.
Beep. Beep .BEEP.
I sat up and looked around wildly. What the fuck is that? I wondered. I lifted my covers and flung my legs over the edge of my bed and stood up, going towards the source of the noise.
I had looked through all of my belongings and the beeping got louder. I looked at the door suspiciously and slowly walked over, putting my right ear up to the door. I grabbed my door handle and opened the door, peeking around to see an alarm clock. A fucking alarm clock! I glared at it and then looked back at my balcony to see the blinding sun then back at the clock. I grabbed the clock and glanced at it, practically screaming at the top of my lungs.
I got up and stormed out of my room, running into the kitchen to see my dad sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee like nothing was wrong.
"Morning Gabriella,"
"Don't act so fucking nonchalant about this shit! What kind of joke is this?!" I slammed the alarm clock on the table, glaring at him.
"It isn't a joke; you need an alarm clock for your job so I took the liberty of getting you one." He said simply.
"I still need to get used to the fucking time difference." I screamed; he was freaking crazy. He frowned and set his cup down and looked at me skeptically.
"Gabriella, New York is ahead of Albuquerque." He said.
"I know that," I said
"Then wouldn't this be sleeping in for you?" he asked.
"David, I don't get to school until fourth period and that's on a good day. I need my 9 hours of sleep." I snapped. He sighed and returned back to his coffee and morning paper, obviously the conversation was over. I stared at him for a moment before screaming and turning to stomp back to my room.
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Stupid parent; Stupid alarm clock; stupid sun; stupid Albuquerque, I thought as I walked through the town with the classifieds trying a decent job. These jobs are lame, not even up to my standards. I have to find a place with air conditioning; otherwise we'll have a problem.
"Whoa,"
I smirked when I heard a guy say that as he walked pass me. Of course, why wouldn't he? I'm the fittest person here, though I'd never work out in a gym around here. I am wearing - for those of you curious – a white pair of Jimmy Choo flats, white shorts and a black tank top with beads a few necklaces. I had my aviators on and carried a black bag, even though my legs are pretty damn amazing by themselves.
"Oh great," I mumbled looking at my list of possible jobs. Jobs at the grocery store were immediately cancelled out, I could not work with my father, I'd be traumatized for life. The other was at the library which just sounds like a bore, but libraries did have computers, so I could go on Facebook. I'm finding a loophole in daddy's little punishment.
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"Hello may I help you?" an old woman asked me as I approached the desk.
"Yes, I was wondering about the job that you have available," I faked a smile.
"We do have a position available," I smiled as she turned to pick up an application and handed it to me, "Just fill this out and bring it back with a parent signature." My smile dropped, I don't really want my dad to know which job I picked. He only told me to get a job; I wasn't inclined to tell him what job. But there's always a way out of a signature, I mean how else could I skip thirty days of school each semester?
"Of course, so what would the job require me to do?" I asked, as if I were genuinely interested.
"All you have to do is check books out and put them away." I nodded since it seemed easy.
"Well I'll have my dad sign this and I'll bring it back later," I gave her another smile and started for the door but stopped shortly and said, "Last thing, do I get access to the computer?"
"Of course you will,"
"Wonderful," I said exiting the building. I put my sunglasses and threw the classifieds in a garbage can, gripping my application. As soon as I stepped off the curb I was harshly knocked down. I glared as the person as I got up,
"Watch where you're going," I snarled moving between him and his friend.
"Rude much?" The dark skinned girl snapped before turning to the boy with blue eyes. "Let's just get the books back and head to Chad's"
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Once I was home I was greeted by a massive wave of heat. David forgot to turn the air conditioning on. I stomped over the console turned it on as high as the thermostat would let me. As soon as the cool air hit me I smiled and made my way towards my room. I noticed something was different when I entered, and then I realized I could see my floor. My dad must've put my clothes away. Most people might've thought it was sweet, but I didn't. I can put my stuff away by myself.
I tossed my bag on the bed and sat down glancing at the application in my hands. Damn that is a lot of questions. A convict could probably get a job there and they'd never know; stupid people. I looked through my bag for a pen. I pulled out a gold pen and smiled at the memory of stealing it after I was accused of 'seducing a teacher'. If they wanted to call pinning him to a wall to get a better grade, then yeah, I seduced him.
I sighed and rubbed my hands together, getting ready for the task at hand. Trying to forge my father's signature. Of course it couldn't be that hard, if I could forge my principles signature I could definitely forge my father's signature. I sat there for a moment, trying to remember where he'd left all his papers, and I settled on the den. Of course all the damn drawers would be locked.
"Damn it." I bit my lip, pulling all the drawers, making sure they were all locked. Of course they were, and I had to pick the lock. I'd never picked a lock on a desk drawer before; it was always a file cabinet in the principles office. I had managed to opened it, and then I sighed,
"Here goes nothing," I said putting the pen to the paper.
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"This won't be as bad as you think," David said as we ate,
"Really," I played with my food absentmindedly.
"Albuquerque isn't as bad as you believe; your mother and I had a blast here growing up." Ugh, I hate it when he tries to turn small talk into some sort of lesson, 'cause I never pay attention.
"Well I didn't fucking grow up here," I glared at him.
He sighed, "You know Gabriella if I would have thought you'd end up like this –"
"What would you have done David…I mean really what?" I challenged. To my disappointment he dropped it and continued eating, and I soon followed suit.
We ate lunch in silence, which I was fine with. When I'd eat lunch with mom it'd always be silent. Well, either that or she'd be yelling at me. Excuse me for having a fucking life.
"You should go to the pool, maybe make some new friends?" David suggested. Again with the small talk!
I snorted, "You mean it's a public pool? No thanks," I finished my food and got up to leave.
"Why not, it's not that bad. You really can meet some nice people, make new friends," He was being repetitive for a reason, and I wasn't falling for that trick.
"Nah, I'm fine with mine." I smirked and turned around to go back up the stairs.
"Your plate," He said and I turned around,
"What about it?" I asked
"Put it in the sink, I'm not going to be your maid Gabriella," He tried to be parental. I wasn't going to listen to it.
"Well you're not much of a dad either," I said, running back up the stairs to grab my purse and application and a minute later I was out the door.
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Once I dropped my application off at the library I stood outside awkwardly. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I could drink……nah, that wouldn't work, its too hot and I'd probably pass out. I glanced at the 'Welcome to Albuquerque' sign that I hated so fucking much. It ruined my summer. I smiled when I looked in my bag and found a can of spray paint, don't ask why its there. I've had some interesting summers. I walked over to the sign and shook the can.
Once I finished my masterpiece I capped the can and threw it away, running towards my house. It was getting dark and my dad might get 'worried'. I laughed, yeah, right. The police would see my lovely work of art soon enough and come looking for the culprit.
FUCK U Albuquerque. It wasn't my usual graffiti, but it was a small can so it'd have to do. Halfway to my dads house I heard sirens and a police car was slowly driving across the street from me.
"Fuck," I bit my lip so hard it started bleeding. Its dark and I have no idea where the fuck I'm going and I left my flashlight at home. I turned looking back the way I came, I couldn't go back to that damned sign, they'd arrest me on the spot.
I pulled out my small bottle of vodka and swigged. I found a bench and decided it was time for a little nap. But, Lowes was open and their air conditioning felt so damn good. I stood in there for three hours before one of the managers came and told me to buy something or leave. Of course he'd watch me while I walked around, so I took my time, looking at the screws and bolts, and playing with the paint samples.
"AH!" I slapped my arm and mentally cursed. Why the fuck did I not bring any bug spray or a fucking flashlight! See, David always pisses me off so I'm never thinking clearly….wait, what's that noise, it sounds familiar…..
My heart literally stopped when I realized what it was. Just fucking great, I'm not too good with police. Maybe I could outrun them; I mean I was on the track team after all. Freshman and sophomore year I went to state and won for the 100 meter dash. My coaches had always said I could outrun the cops if I wanted to. Shit, were they right.
I cursed as I started to run, not even bothering to stop for a breath. Running from a police car that goes 90 miles an hour isn't the best idea, especially when you're drunk and on an empty stomach. The siren is getting louder but I can't stop because I'm loving the adrenaline rush, and if I stop they'll know I was running from them, which meant I did something wrong. Which I didn't, I just gave the town a brand new sign.
My throat was going dry and my legs felt like jell-o. In New York, you didn't really have to run because you can hide, but here it's like a fucking suburb and everything is open. My legs finally lost momentum and I fell to the floor, panting and gasping for breath.
"Put your hands on top of your head," I grunted when I heard the woman's voice, but obliged not bothering to protest. She sounded kinda butch.
She pulled me up and started to Mirandize me and placed the silver cuffs on my wrist, and they felt cool on my warm body. I was placed in the back of the cop car as a tear formed in my eye, which I couldn't wipe away. I hate David, I hate the fucking cops, and I hate Albuquerque! And I have 86 fucking days left, which'll be way longer now thanks to that bitch of a cop.
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