Am I the only one who hates mornings? Yeah? Oh, ok.

"Miranda!" comes my name in shouts from across the hall. I pull my pillow over my head to block

out the horrid voices coming from those stupid imbeciles I call "sisters".

"Miranda" they shout once more. I jump out of bed angrily and storm over to their room before

bursting through the door. "Yes" I say through gritted teeth with my fists folded by my sides.

They turn to me with smiles, completely oblivious to my anger.

"Oh there you are. I need my skirt to be ironed" said Ashley as she threw her navy blue skirt at

me. Ashley was my step sister. She has strawberry blonde hair that was honestly really beautiful,

baby blue eyes and hec face was donned with freckles. She stood at 5 feet 5 inches and was

the shorter of the duo. She had a petite frame and would be considered pretty by anyone who

doesn't know her personality.

Anyways, I caught the skirt as Alexandria barked her orders to me. "And I need you to get me my

black sandals from downstairs" she said. "They are right there" I said to her out of annoyance,

pointing to the sandals by the door way. "Oh, well then I want the silver oncs" she said as she

looked to where I was pointing.

Alexandria shared the same colour hair and eyes as her twin sister, but she was chubbier and

was taller being that she was 5 feet 8 inches.

"Is that all?" I asked as I rubbed my temples with frustration. "Yes, you may leave" said Ashley as

at his kind hazel eyes. A tear fell from my eye and I quickly wiped it away. "Why did you

go daddy? I miss you so much" I sobbed quietly.

"Aww, poor thing" I heard Ashley say from my door. I quickly dried my tears and turned at her

with the best glare I could muster. "What do you want?" I asked. I didn't even hear her open the

door. "If you could hurry up with your little pathetic moment, I would love for you to hurry it up

with my skirt" she said with a sweet smile.

"Get out!" I shouted as the anger inside me rose to the surface. She laughed before she held up

her hands in a surrender gesture and said "Ok, I'm leaving".

I violently wiped my eyes as I closed the door once more this time with the lock. I hurriedly

ironed the skirt before I went over to their room and threw it onto their bed. I glanced at their

wall clock and saw that it was now 7:39 a.m.

I ran back to my room and started to get ready for school. First with a bath then I got dressed.

I had on faded blue skinny jeans, a black band t-shirt, a black beanie and my black and white

converse. I grabbed my school bag and ran downstairs. I grabbed two breakfast bars and a bottle

of water before running out to the driveway.

As the twins drove away in their sleak blue convertible, an old beat up blue pickup truck drove

up behind it. Inside was my best friend Sarah Johnson. Some people would consider her a hippie

kind of person but she was just fun loving and loved bright colours that's all.

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***Star Crest High School was a very prestigious high school made for only those of high

standards. In other words it was for rich people.

The school was a very large building made of bricks but was painted dark blue. The large sign

that read "Welcome to Star Crest High School. Home of the Eagles" was the first thing that would

catch one's attention. The front lawn was beautiful as was the flowers that lined the pathway

leading to the front doors.

The student parking lot was towards the side of the school. Sarah's old truck stood out against

the other shiny cars parked all around. Sarah came from a wealthy family and could have any

vehicle she wanted but she loved her old truck because it was a gift from her grandfather before

he died.

We got out and went around to the front of the school together. "Hey weirdo" said a boy that

was sitting on the front steps to Sarah. "Sup rat boy" she retorted which caught the boy by

surprise. He had a small face and big ears and it didn't help that his nose was pointy either.

People always picked on Sarah but she never let it bother her. She always said 'Nobody

can make me feel bad about my personality with a positive smile and always had some good

comebacks.

We passed the boy and entered the school going straight to our lockers, which in a cliché way

were beside each other.

"Coming through!" said two voices that I knew all too well. On instinct I cringed before looking

around to see the sea of students make a path for Alexandria and Ashley to pass by. As if the

universe were against me they made their way towards me.

"Miranda dear, mother says you should be home by 4:00" says Ashley as she looks at her nails.

"What? That's impossible, school ends at 3:45, besides I have practice" I say with disbelief. They

snicker before Alexandria says "Not our problem" and they walk away.

"You ok there?" asks Sarah as she rubs my back. "This is unbelievable" I say with a forced

laugh as I turn to my locker and slam it shut. I have a bad habit of slamming things. "Let's just go

explain to coach that you have something important to do" she says to me in a reassuring tone. I

nodded my head and we both headed to the teachers' lounge.

We knocked the door and luckily the person to answer the door was Ms. Hart. Chelsea Hart

is a gym teacher and also the girls' soccer team coach. She had pretty blonde hair that was in a

ponytail and lively shimmering green eyes. She was 25 years old and was 6 feet tall.

"Hey there Miranda, Sarah. What's up?" she asked. "I kinda came to ask a favor of you" I said.

"Ok, shoot" she said as she eased into a comfortable stance, ready to listen. "My step mother

wants me to be home early so I'm kinda gonna have to miss practice today "I told her. "That's the

third time this week Miranda, are you sure you can manage this. You have to remember you're

the captain here" she said to me with a sympathetic look in her eyes***.

Yes that’s right, I'm the captain of the girl's soccer team. "Yes 1 can Ms. Hart. I'll just go extra hard at the next practice“ I told her hoping that she would agree. She looked at me for a thoughtful second before she gave in and said "OK Miranda, make sure. You're off for today". "Thank you so much Ms. Hart" 1 said with a big smile. "Don't mention it" she said as she jogged away, leaving Sarah and I behind her.

We weren't allowed to run in the halls, but there goes a teacher breaking the rules. lloved the way she was carefree and fun loving. Ms. Hart was by far the best teacher ever.

"Sarah, have I ever told you I hate my life?" I asked her. "One time too many" she said nonchalantly. The bell rang overhead and we both headed to homeroom.

"What are you getting Mira?" asked Sarah. llooked up at the school menu board and decided on getting a grilled cheese sandwich with a bottle of orange juice. Sarah got herself a Caesar salad and a bottle of orange juice as well.

We went over to our usual table and got settled as we started our lunches. Sarah occasionally tapped on her phone. I would have loved to have a cellphone, but my stepmother didn't allow it. Both my stepsisters however had cellphones of their own. If I wanted to talk to anyone I would have to use the house phone, but I chose against it because they would often listen into my conversations.

After I was through with my lunch I went to throw away my garbage. However, on my way back to my table I fell over something and landed on the floor. I looked up and saw a pair of wintery blue eyes staring down at me. The owner of the eyes started to laugh as I got up.

Ashton Grey was known as the notorious bad boy of Star Crest High. With his 6 feet 3 inches stance he was pretty intimidating. He has soft black hair that complemented his eyes and gave him a cute yet mysterious look if that was even possible.

Beside him was his best friend or as I would call it, second in command Drake Henry who was also laughing. He had black hair that was spiked up with stormy grey eyes and a lip piercing.

"Grey" I sneered at him with the best glare I could make. "Burke" he said as he stopped laughing. "Don't you think it's a little desperate of you to be falling for me already?" he asked with a smirk. My face heated up as my anger boiled.

I looked around the cafeteria to see that the place was quiet and we now had everyone's attention. Ashton's lunch caught my gaze and a wicked thought came to mind. Quickly I grabbed the bowl of spaghetti and meatballs and spilled it's contents on Ashton.

He gasped as he jumped to his feet and grabbed Drake's box of milk and returned the favor to me.

I then turned to the table nearest to me and grabbed the first thing I could which ended up being a bowl of mashed potatoes and dumped it on Ashton. As he was getting ready to grab something else a loud voice boomed through out the cafeteria saying "Enough!"

We spun around and saw Principal Powell coming over to us. He glared at us and gestures for us to follow.

We followed reluctantly as we followed behind him. Sarah gave me a sad smile in which I returned as I exited the room.

Inside the office Mr. Powell started talking to us. "What is the meaning of this?"

"She started it" said Ashton while pointing an accusing finger at me. "You're the one who tripped me" I shouted in my defense. "Be quiet" said Mr. Powell in a too calm tone, immediately silencing both of us.

"You both will have detention tomorrow and every Friday after that for the rest of the month. You will also be helping out at the school's fund raiser on Saturday" he said to us in a matter of fact tone. We knew better than to argue so instead we nodded our heads then he dismissed us.

I stormed out of the office and went straight to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I'm already getting detention, do it wouldn't hurt if I skipped the rest of the day, would it? No it wouldn't and that's what I did. I skipped the rest of the day

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***I spent the rest of my day at the mall. Occasionally getting drinks until it was time for me to get home. Since I skipped, that means Sarah wouldn't be able to give me a ride home so I ended up

taking the bus.

I hate taking public transportation but 'Mother Dear' wouldn't get me one. Ashley and Alexandria both had cars of their own but they travelled to school together.

The man that sat beside me was a complete slob. He had greasy hair and was a tad bit overweight. The worst part was that he fell asleep and his hair and all its greasy glory was on my shoulder. I practically leaped over him when I came to my stop.

When I entered the yard I saw a motorcycle parked out front. It was old and in a bad condition. Who is he re?

"Rochelle, I'm here" I shouted when I entered the hall. I never called her mom, even though I never knew my real mother because she died giving birth to me, but it just never felt right to call Rochelle that.

"Took you long enough" I heard her say. I looked to the direction of where her voice came and saw her at the top of the staircase wrapped in a blue robe. She started to descend, but she wasn't alone. Behind her was a man with brown spiky hair. He was medium height and had skull tattoos all over his arms. He had multiple face piercings and wore black clothes and spikes.

He looked like a washed up, wannabe rock star. "Waddup,1‘m Mark" he said to me with his arm outstretched. I looked at his hand as if it was rum. He realized this and retracted his arm before placing it by his side.

"You don‘t have to speak to her sweetie" she said as she pulled him towards her and caressed his chin with her fingers. I felt like puking when she called him sweetie. The next thing she did was pull him into a kiss and I felt the puke rise right then and there before I swallowed it.

How could she? In my father's house, with this sorry excuse of a man. "Leave" I said in a dark tone before I felt the tears threaten to fall. Who was to tell what they had been doing before I arrived, I can't even begin to imagine.

"Excuse me?" Rochelle said, looking at me as ifI had lost my mind. "I don't want him here" I said a little louder this time. "You have no say in the matter you fool, now go to your room and don't come down until you are summoned" she spat at me, as if I were a slave and she was my master.

I looked at the both of them before I ran past them and up to my room. I slammed it shut and plopped down into my bed before I let the tears free.

I hate my life so much. Why did this have to happen. It's been three years since my dad died of cancer and I cry almost every night because of it.

I heard the door across the hall slam shut, indicating that the twins were home. I quickly got up and locked my door with the lock and went back to bed before going to sleep

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