Alexis POV
"Lexy, honey it's time to get up." I hear my mom call but I just ignore her and continue to lay in my bed. "Alexis Whitefield, I know you hear me. Get your butt out of bed and get ready for school."
I groan as I trudge over to my bathroom. Looking in the bathroom I see my long brown curly hair in a mess around my head. I rub the sleep out of my emerald green eyes as I hop in the shower to get ready. Once out I get dressed in some jean mid thigh shorts and a basic white v-neck t-shirt. I dry my hair then grab my backpack as I walk past my room.
I join my mom and John in the kitchen sitting at the bar. John sits a plate of pancakes in front of me. John moved in with us a few months ago after he asked mom to marry him. He is a very kind man and he makes mom happy that is all that matters to me. She deserves to be happy.
Mom is running around trying to gather all her things for work. Her blonde hair perfectly straight with no effort. Her bright green eye lined with stress. Besides my green eyes I look nothing like my mom. She is petite at five foot three, with gentle features, and tan skin. Where as I am five foot ten with high cheek bones, pointed nose, full lips, and pale ivory skin. We can only assume that I look more like my father.
"Ok sweetie John is going to take you to school then I will pick you up during my break." She kisses me on the head as I eat my pancakes. "Love you."
She rushes out the door as I call after her. "Love you too, but your life would be easier if I got a car." I have saved up money for a car we just haven't had the time to go get one. i hear her laugh and close the door behind her.
I turn to see John smiling as he takes my plate. "You ready to go?" He asks as his blonde hair shines in the light.
"Yeah let's go" I say a little too cheerfully. We get into his car and he takes me to school.
School was same old same old. My only friend Dean Stuck to my side as always since we have the same classes. I ignored the comments made by the popular girls in my direction about being a freak, and the jocks calling me super girl. Once I had gotten mad at one of the guys and flung him like sixty feet away from me. He was really big to. I had a ton of homework. Why do teachers give more homework for the weekend then a regular day? Do they not understand that we want to enjoy our weekend?
I wait outside my school for mom to come pick me up. When she drives up in her old black car I get in and she drives off. "How was school, Lexy?"
"Same old. Just doing my best not to hurt someone on accident." i say with a huff.
"I thought you got used to using just a little bit of power?" she looks at me a second with worried eyes, before looking at the road.
"I have, but it's hard when I'm angry. And when the whole school is calling you names and making fun of you you get angry a lot." I say with a huff.
"Aww honey, it's alright. They are just intimidated. You are a beautiful girl then you're strong and independent. I bet the girls are jealous and all the boys have a crush on you. They just don't know how to approach you." She says in her gentle voice while tucking some of my hair behind my ear.
I reach across the car and hug her. She always know how to make me feel better. "thanks mom you are the best. I love you."
She laughs and pats my head. "I love you to Lexy." I laugh and pull away just in time to she worry in her eyes. "Lexy" She screams then something hits the car and next thing I know My whole body hurts.
I open my left eye feeling something wet on my right. I slowly lift my hand to my eye to find out it is blood. there is a huge gash above my eye. I take in my surrounds seeing that I'm still in the car, but it is a total wreck. the door on my side is dented in and through the cracked window i can just make out a car attached to it. there is debry everywhere. My head feels foggy as I pull huge shards of glass out of my right arm and leg. The cuts are pretty deep, and i can tell i don't have any broken bones.
"Lexy" i faintly hear beside me. I turn to the driver seat and what I see brigs tears to my eyes. My mom lays in the seat now unconscious. She has small cuts all over her body. Her legs are pinned between the center console and the petals, which have bent at a weird angle.
"Mom" i yell terrified. i try to undo her seatbelt but it is jammed. I use my streathen and rip it, then set my attention to getting her legs free. after what felt like forever I get them free. I kick the windshield off the car and pull my mom out with me. I set her on the ground and see the crowd that has gathered. "Please someone call 911." I feel the tears leaving my one open eye.
"Wow what happened? Where did that car come from?" I hear an obviously drunk voice say. I turn towards the voice and see a drunk man stumble out of the car that hit ours. He has a bloody nose and some small cuts, but that is it.
I feel my anger flared at the sight of him. This is all his fault. He did this because he drank so early and was stupid enough to drive. "How dare you." I slowly walk over to him. I can see the fear in his eyes as i get closer to him. "This is all your fault."
he puts his hands in front of his face. "I'm sorry"
"You think sorry will fix this?" I lift my foot above to kick him, but he dodges at the last second. My foot collides with his car and it leaves a huge dent. I pull my leg out of the car right before I am tackled by several police officers and then something is injected into my neck. I feel myself losing consciousness as I look at the paramedics attending to my mother