ClairePOV
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Great I get to start another wonderful day of high school. My only wish is that Shane chooses today a day to ditch. But my wishes are normally ignored. Which is shocking; because for a guy that is always late he has a really good record of actually showing up to school. I don't know why he does if he's just going to show up late, but its Shane so who cares.
"Claire get up and get ready" my dad yelled up the stairs. I dragged myself out of bed and went over to my closest to see what I was going to wear today.
"So what should I wear for Shane to comment on today?" I asked myself. Is it sad that even though I hate Shane that my whole day seems to revolve around him? I'm even picking an outfit with him in mind. God I am pathetic, this really needs to stop. I settled on my favorite pair of jeans and my Resses shirt. I can't remember what he said last time I wore this, so hopefully he has come up with new comments.
You see Shane picks on me every day, but what he doesn't see is that it doesn't hurt me. It on the other hand just bugs the living shit out of me. This is because I believe that anything that comes out of his mouth has to be a lie or a joke like him. I still don't get his point of picking on me. How is him picking on me going to get me to like him like every other girl in school. I guess his mine don't work like others. That or its still stuck on the elementary school ways. That wouldn't surprise me, because I think that's all his brain can handle.
I put my shoes on and went down stairs. My mom was putting my plate on the table as I walked in. I didn't know how hungry I was till the smell of bacon hit my nose. I smiled at my mom and started stuffing my face with food. My mom just laughed and continued to make herself a plate.
"So anything going on in school today" she asked as she sat down across from me at the table. This is what it was like every morning. I would wake up and have breakfast with my mom and talk for a little bit about what we had planned for the day. Then my dad would come in saying he was running late and take a small bite of food and start running out the door. My mom would always stop him and say he had time to eat some food before he had to leave. People might say that it's boring that my mornings are all the same, but I don't care I love them. I like the feeling of normalcy.
"No the same old stuff which includes going to class and my favorite part getting picked on my Shane and his friends." I said the last part sarcastically. My mom knew what Shane did to me, but she always claimed that I was over reacting.
"Honey it can't be that bad. Shane's parents are nice so I don't see why he wouldn't be." She said. She has the belief in her head that if a person's parents are good that their child must be the same. So that's why she thinks Shane is a good guy because she thinks that his parents are great people. Sometimes I argue with her and ask her to explain why some people turn out why different from their parents. She says there are expectations to every rule, but apparently Shane isn't one of those.
"Mom Shane is nothing like his parents. He is a slacker, player, and other things that you yell at me if I said them." I tell her again for the millionth time.
She just shook her head and went to do the dishes. I finished the rest of my eggs, thanked my mom, and started walking to school. Half way there a car pulled up next to me. That car I could identify just by hearing it, and is one of the few things in this world that I hate. I bet you can guess who it belongs to. If you guessed Shane then congrats you catch on quick.
"What up freak?" said Shane said after rolling the driver side window down. He was driving slow and close to the sidewalk so he could keep up with me while he talked. From a outsider it would seem that Shane was some freak pervert trying to kidnap me.
"What do you want asshole?" I said without turning to look at him. Why can't he just let me walk to school in peace and then start to bug the shit out of me when I finally get there? I guess that the few extra moment to piss me off were too go to pass up.
"Language little kid. Didn't your mom teach you better?" Wow if he thought that was language he would be so surprised if he heard half the things that went through my mind. Hell, he might even be scared if he saw even a quarter of the things I imagine doing to him. For example, me hitting him in the head with a baseball bat.
"And didn't your mom teach you not to be a dick." I shot back.
"Claire you should not speak to your elders like that. It's rude and disrespectful." Elder? Is he fucking serious. He is two years older than me not twenty. Also I am way more mature then he is.
"Fuck off" I yell. I was pissed now. I am so sick of everyone here treating me like a little kid. I get that I am two years younger but it's not that big of a deal.
"Fine but I'll see you in school" Great just what I was looking forward to. Least he was leaving and I would be able to spend the rest of my walk alone. I glared at his car as he drove off. Well lest he didn't say anything about my outfit. I made it to school with five minutes to spare. Not that I mine it's not like I have anyone to talk to. I walked to my locker, grabbed my books and headed to history. One of my many wonderful fun classes that I get to hang out with Shane.
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What the hell is that sound? It took me a moment to realize that it was my alarm going off. I rolled over and didn't even look as I hit my clock. It took me a few tries but I finally got it to stop. Then I fell out of bed. Now I didn't mean to do that. I meant just to roll over and get out but no today was not my lucky day. As I put my foot on the ground it slipped on a piece of paper lying on the ground. Once I got up I bent over and picked up the offending piece of paper. It was my attempt at doing my homework. And teachers say homework doesn't hurt. Well my knee would beg to differ.
I walked over to my closet to grab stuff to wear. I settled on a pair of jeans and a dark blue button up. I went to the bathroom to get ready. Once I finished I went back to my room grabbed my shoes and a pair of socks and went down stairs.
You want to know something? Okay so here it is, I don't live with my parents. Some of you might be thinking right now that I am like the luckiest kid alive. Well in a way I am. My parents wanted to move but I want to finish school and go to college here. So my parents said if I could find a place to live then I could stay. Now I live with my best friend Michael Glass.
Michael is a year older then my so he's already out of school. He had this huge house for himself. So when I said that I need a place to stay he said I was more than welcome. Michael said that he was getting lonely living all by himself. Soon after I moved in so did Eve Roster.
Eve and Michael have been friends way longer then I can remember. Eves goth and her parents don't approve. So they kicked her out. So being good friends with Michael she moved right in. In my opinion I think he likes her but he'll never tell me. I had no problem with Eve moving in. Eve and I are pretty good friends. We are always throwing jokes at each other. But if we really get into it Michael calls us kids.
When I finely got down to the kitchen I grabbed a bowl and started to make myself a bowl of cereal. As I was putting the milk away Eve came in and jacked my bowl. I flipped her off. She just smiled and returned the gesture. I sighed and went to make myself another bowl. It was too early for me to get into it with her. Also I should know by now to protect my food in this house. I finished quickly and grabbed my keys and walked out to my truck. On my way to school I saw Claire walking. I smiled and pulled up next to her and rolled down my window.
"What up freak" I said in our normal greeting. I noticed that she was wearing a pair of jeans and her Resses shirt. I decided to make fun of that later when people were around, because it's always more fun with a audience around.
"What do you what asshole." Claire said not even looking at me. Well that's not very nice of her. Aren't you supposed to look at a person when you talk to them? I was about to bring that up to her, but that was until I realized that she called me an asshole.
"Language little kid. Didn't your mom teach you better?" Claire wasn't one to use cuss words. Well maybe she was but I didn't know her all that well to be able to say she was. Also she never seemed to use them around me.
"And didn't your mom teach you not to be a dick." Claire shot back at me. Okay I know I can be a dick at times but she didn't have to point it out. She can be a bitch at times but you don't see me pointing it out do you.
"Claire you should not speak to your elders like that. It's rude and disrespectful." I said. I knew that would piss her off. I know she's only two years younger than me but I'm not about to stop using it to my advantage.
"Fuck of." She yelled at me. I laughed on the inside. I knew that would piss her off.
"Fine but I'll see you in school" I said and drove off. I looked in my review mirror and saw her glaring at my car. I just laughed and continued driving.
When I got to school I found Monica and made out for a few then went to get my books. Monica isn't relay my girlfriend but she's the girl I always go back to when I have no one else at the time. She hot but that's about all she has going for her. Also she is the biggest bitch you would ever meet. After I was done with Monica she told me she would see me later and walked off. I looked at my watch and saw I had five minutes till class so I headed to my locker to pick up my books. My first class was history, and one of my many classes that I get to bug Claire.