AN: Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I never updated with this _ I've been super busy and such! But I'm finally done with this chapter! Sorry, it's not a chapter with the cast but the rest of them will. Well, I hope you like it! 3
It was a sunnySaturdaymorning. Birds were singing elegant songs in their fragile voices. Plants were swinging their leaves in rhythm to the wind. Everything was full of life, ready to dance the day away. Everything except me. It was 11 and I had just woken up from a 2 day nap. There was no way in hell I was going to be full of life on a happy go lucky day like this. Try again in a few days.
I walked down to the first floor of my old house in my tank top- short pajamas with my fluffy pink robe keeping my arms warm since that's what you're supposed to after you wake from a narcolepsy episode. That's probably just a load of bullshit but whatever. I took out 1 cinnamon waffle from my freezer (hey have to keep my shape, that's what mommy always tells me) and heat that up in our super, ultra, awesome toaster (if you couldn't tell the sarcasm there, then I pity you). Right as I pull the lever, a rapid knock on our door comes on. I jumped a bit and went to see who it was in our little eye watching thingy (don't judge me; I'm not good at vocab). Through the little glass, I made out Missy's figure, waving at me with her delicately manicured hand. I slowly opened the door to fully expose Missy. Her platinum blond hair was softly curled and laid against her black, shimmering tank top that was accompanied with white shorts and black converses.
"Hey there tiger. Whatcha doing? And why are you in that robe? It's like 1000 degrees outside..." she asked in a sly tone. Her hand was placed on the frame of the door that supported her lean toward it. I was overcome with a feeling of nervousness. What was she doing here? I mean, I know I'm a part of her band now and I should feel more comfortable around her but I just can't. She's an intimidating girl that could step on me whenever she wanted. She could either make all my dreams come true or turn my life into a living nightmare, not that it isn't already with my mother hurting me but, hey she could make it worse.
"Oh um hey there Missy. I was just uh having um some breakfast, I guess and I usually eat breakfast in my robe regardless of the temperature..." I stuttered out. She responded with questioning and distrusting eyes. God dammit, I probably just made myself look EVEN worse. God fucking dammit.
"Um…Well whatever! We have a big day ahead of us!" She screamed as she waltzed inside my house. I winced, hoping that her little outburst wouldn't wake up the rest of my family. She began to twirl around, observing every orifice of my kitchen and dining room. By the time she had come in, my waffle had already been popped out, staring at her right in the face. I hoped to God that she didn't notice. She didn't. Missy began to go closer to some family images and look at each of them in depth. She would never be able to find me though. I am so imperfect to my family that they never wanted me to seen. They even had taken a family photo without me. They told me that they were going to Cassidy's singing rehearsal but, instead, they took this photo. A few weeks later, when my mom was hurting me, she just pointed at the picture and told me that I was just stain on their perfect family. That I'll never belong anywhere no matter what I do and that I was just the accident. I was never planned and never wanted. Still to this day, I cry about that. It's just one of those things that you can never escape no matter how much you try.
Missy continued down the line of photos. She began to make faces as she saw how each of the pictures never contained me in them. How I was invisible in all those pictures. When she finished looking at the line, she looked at me in a confused gaze. The only thing I could answer with was looking down and fiddling around with my fingers. Seconds later, I felt a hand grabbing my left and another pushing my chin upwards, leading my eyes to lock on with Missy's. "Wanna head off to your room?" she asked, flashing me her signature rebellious smile. I returned one, and lead her to my room, still holding her hand. Once I reached there, I let go and pushed open the door. My room was a pig sty, especially since I didn't have a chance to clean up and make my bed. Though, from Missy's face, it looked like she didn't notice too much. Instead, she headed off to my dressers and began to scavenge through my neatly folded clothing. She messed up the neatess as she dug deeper and threw away clothes to the floor. I tried catching a few but I missed some and they stayed on the ground.
"Missy! What are you doing!?" I demanded of her. Normally, I wouldn't but I don't want to face my mother if she found this entire thing out.
Missy suddenly stopped, turned around, and put her hands on my raised up shoulders. I shift my eyes back and forth from them and returned my gaze back to her. "What does it look I'm doing? I'm finding you an outfit!"
"What? Why?"
"Because" said Missy as she gave me a mischievous smile, "we're going shopping."…
"CALLLIIIEEEEEE!" my mother screamed, "Time to get up for school! You don't want to be late do you!?" With that, she walked down the hallway and I could hear her gently waking up Cassidy. Fuck my life, seriously.
Heeding my mother's words, I got up and decided to get dressed. I saw the clothes that I'm supposed to wear in this filthy town on my chair that's next to my makeup and clothes drawer and inspected each clothing article. There was a huge ass scarf that could wrap around two people in its deep purple color. My top consisted of a white halter and a pink jacket that had two dark magenta stripes across it with a white center. Since there weren't any pants or shoes there, I scavenged around my dresser and found a pair of dark, baggy jeans. Right next to it, there was a pair of black converse that somehow found a way to my feet. I pull myself to see my reflection in the mirror. What sticks out is my hair. It's so straight and flat. A being without volume. A comb catches the corner of my eye and I try to tease it to create a bit of volume. No use. Still flat with a bit blond sticking out. Wait what? Blond? I stare further into the mirror to confirm this tragedy and nearly have a heart attack with it. My original hair is this golden blond that is so stereotypical of Californians that is absolutely disgusting. So, when I became part of the band with my old friends, I dyed my hair brown with a blue electric bottom. However, that changed when I was in the process of moving here. I covered all of that blue with more brown and thought it would take a while to grow back. Guess not. I look around to find something to cover it when I come across a pink beanie. Perfect. I situate that around my hair to cover it nicely without making me look like a gang banger or a nerd.
After I finish all the bathroom necessities and put on my makeup perfectly, I grab my small, Jansport backpack and head downstairs. There, I see my mom and my sister around the kitchen table, having a breakfast that could make the fullest person hungry in an instant. I check to see if there is any left for me. Nothing. Damn. I walk to the freezer and take out a waffle to put in the toaster.
"Callie, don't you think you're getting fat?" I hear my mother ask me as I place the waffle into the toaster. Instantly, I feel 3x heavier and could barely lift my arm to pull down the lever. Still, I couldn't let her win.
"Um…no Mom. Not at all. I actually feel fine. Are you sure you don't need glasses?" I snide back to her. She tells me this all the time and today, I'm not going to let her win. Nope. Nada. I pull down the lever and wait for the waffle to pop out. In the meantime, I grab a small plate from the drying rack and stand by the toaster with my fingers smoothing out the edge. The waffle jumps out and, once it rested, I took it and began eating, my plate capturing all the crumbs left behind. I could feel my mother's disapproving eyes burning a hole into my back, making me feel insecure to the max and my knees shake a bit. Taking my final bite and putting the plate away, I avoided their death stares and anger (I swear, my mom's coffee cup was the verge of shattering from the way she was holding it. Oops) and went outside. Snow covered every inch of the ground, except for the sidewalks and road, and continued to fall from the sky, covering me with its ice qualities. Luckily, my pink jacket was warm enough that I didn't freeze to death but I could still feel the winter air on my arms as I began walking to school. From what I heard, it's not too far from my house but it can seem like forever in the cold. Fuck my life.
After 40 fucking minutes of walking in the cold and snow, I finally arrived at South Park Junior High, where I will entering as a 7th grader with a bunch of people who I don't even I know. Yippee said my sarcasm.
I see mounds of different students chatting outside and couple people actually entering the school. Luckily, no one's noticed me ye-
"Move it bitch!" a lisped voice screamed behind as I felt hands pushing me down into the snow. Behind me, I hear laughter coming from multiple boys (though they sounded like a bunch of girls but eh) and suddenly all eyes turn to me. I feel my face turn red as all the kids from outside looking at me begin laughing. Propped on my elbows, I turn my head and see a fat ass kid with a red coat and blue hat looking and laughing his head off and stomping his foot at the root of my spine, pushing me to the snow again.
AN: Guess who's the fatass olololololololol 3 Hope you liked this chapter! Now onward to writing another chapter of my other fanfic and start my WhoLock fanfic! *grows fairy wings and flies away*