I screamed as I shot up from my bed, bumping heads with Anne in the process. Wonderful way to wake up… I thought bitterly as I glared at my older sister. "What?" I asked, my voice harsher than I meant for it to be.
My sister looked at me, a smile plain on her porcelain face. "It's almost time for school." She said kindly as she rubbed her forehead. That was the thing I loved most about Anne, she was always so patient with my moods. Most other people would've thrown me out of their home by now. I know that for sure, because that's what's been happening with every other family member I came into contact with.
I groaned at the thought of walking into another plastic learning institution "Do I have to go?" I asked, trying to hide under the covers again. No dice. God, Anne was stronger than she looked. Her grip was vice like!
She gave me a sympathetic look; she knew my story, and my attitude towards school. "Sorry Rae, you have to go to school if you want to stay with me." She informed me. "Mom said."
"Fuck mom." I said bluntly. My mother had never done anything to help me. All she ever does when I'm around is sit there and bitch. So, as you could imagine, I'm not around all that often. Partially because I don't want to be there, and partially because she's always handing me off like a baton to the next family member who will take me. Something about me being an unruly child. I have no idea what she's talking about. I swear I'm a fucking angel.
Anne's face turned stern. "Get up, and get dressed. You're going to school." I glared her down, but she was unaffected. After about five minutes of silent rebellion, I could tell that she wasn't gonna budge. With a groan I pulled off my black and purple covers and stood up, grabbing the towel on the back of my door and heading to take a shower. I was so going to hate Bathory.
It was way too sunny for my tastes.
I fumed as I stormed down the streets to Bathory High, my fifth high school in the last two years. I looked up at the old building. I mean, I knew it used to be a church and all, but damn… I didn't expect the place to look so much like a church. You know what I mean? I don't know. I'll just stop talking now. Anyways, so I walked to guidance, and picked up my schedule, books, and other crap like that. Oh joy.
Walking out of the office, I all but collided with a tall boy with long black hair. "H-hey!" I snapped.
He looked pretty shaken up when he looked at me. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. Are you alright? I didn't hurt you did I?" The questions came like rapid fire.
"I'm fine…" I said slowly. "Just watch where you're going…" He was looking at me pretty weird. Is my makeup messed up or something? I snapped back to reality when the warning bell rang. I stepped to the side to allow him to pass, and hurried to Art-the only class on my schedule actually worth going to.
