Razorblade Regrets and Revenge Renegades, chapter 1
Anna's POV
stomp down the freshly washed stairs in my brand new black hightops, so very smuggly pulling up my hood before putting my headphones on and hearing 'When I Come Around' blast out the sound of my mother on her cell (bound to be one of her bosses), my brother Matt skateboarding along the counter, and my little sister Emily throwing her food down towards to floor where our dog Max sat, waiting for the small cheerio chunks to fall to the floor.
I bite my lip and feel the small, smooth metal that was now looped through it. Though I did it without permission, I have no fear for what my mother will do when she does see it (even though she'll probably spaz and spontainiously conbust all over the kitchen). I quickly grab my lunch and slide open the door.
"Sienna, eat something before you go." I hear my mother call over her cell phone.
"No mom, it's okay, I'm not hungry, I'm gonna be late." and I hurry through it, seeing Matt stare at me for a second before I stick out my tongue.
"Mom..." I hear him whine as I slide away unnoticed.
"Matt, how many times do I have to tell you, do not interupt me when I'm on the phone." and I watched her turn her back on him towards the screaming Emily and almost trip over Max.
My mother- is a very busy woman. In my opinion, too busy. She carries three jobs, which all include some sort of big travelling buissness, therefore, she's almost never home. When she is home... she's too busy setting up some ort of meeting, or sorting out paper work... or arguing with someone on her super-expensive cellphone, much smaller and portable than mine,(which, in my opinion was pretty small, so I don't get how she uses hers) to even care about the fact that she has children to care for.
Matt- he's your ordinary skateboard freak of a fourteen-year-old brother. He listens to rap, wears baggy clothes and likes to bug people, whether or not it's me. But, he minds his own buissness, for the most part. I don't mind him, he usually listens.
Emily- your average... screaming baby. All she does is scream, cry, eat, sleep and well... you know.
My dad- well, Ken's not really my dad but he qualifies as one. My birth father was killed in a drunk driver incident when I was just a baby. Since then, my mother's married Ken... he's both Matt's and Emily's father... and I've grown up to call him dad. That's how we treat eachother... I guess. When I entered middleschool, they divorced and we moved across town...which incase you didn't know, is Belleville, New Jersey. Ken and I are still pretty close, and I usually go there to see him once and a while.
On with the story.
I march down the street, which is rather long for a street (and my house which just happens to be at the very end of the dead end)... towards the park, where I'm meeting Frank... or Frankie as I tend to often call him, along with any other weird nicknames thrown in. He is in two of my four highschool classes. He plays guitar in a band called Pencey Prep and he's their lead vocalist. I wouldn't say he's bad, actually, he's pretty good. You can tell when he's coming because he always makes a big comotion. He's been my best friend since grade seven, when I first moved to this side of town. My mother doesn't approve of him at all, but hey, wer're only friends... not like I've never thought of dating Frank, I mean... he does sound pretty cool, right? It's just... well, it's a complicated story.
I sit on the side of the water fountain in the center on the park and put on my over-sized, dark sunglasses and do up my sweater, trying to cover as much of the lame school uniform as possible. I look down at my watch- 8:21 AM, huh, he's 5 minutes late. But just wait, he's going to pop up any second, jump over me, balance on the fountain, if he's lucky, not fall in, then jump in the seat next to me and tug on my hair while pulling off a wide-set grin. This all happens in about 10 seconds.
"Hey Anna." he says, and pulls on my hair. I smile, baring my teeth. "Hey... nice lip ring." I watch him uncomfortably stare at it for a moment before I remark,
"Yea, you too." Frankie's had his lip ring for almost a year now, so it was kind of funny. I watch him giggle childishly.
He adjusts his tie, which is never tied properly, after sitting there for a few minutes and said, "Well, we'de better get going, or we'll miss first period." I pondered at the thought.
"How many day's do you have left before you lose your credit?" I asked. He shrugged without much thought. "I dunno, 3 or 4, I already got my phonecall home, what about you?"
"Same, my mom almost killed me." Then, I shrugged it off. "Wanna skip fist period.?" and without any hesitation, he answered, "Hell yea."
Though it may not have been the smartest thing to have done, we figured, we're young, so why not? "Let's go swimming." I suggested, picking up my school bag and heading back down the long street home.
"Yay!" Frankie clapped his hands and pulled me forward on our way. Everyone should have been gone from my house already, so we should be able to sneak to Parker Lake, this small pond-like bay that is sanitary to go swimming in. Frank and I found it when we were in eigth grade.
stomp down the freshly washed stairs in my brand new black hightops, so very smuggly pulling up my hood before putting my headphones on and hearing 'When I Come Around' blast out the sound of my mother on her cell (bound to be one of her bosses), my brother Matt skateboarding along the counter, and my little sister Emily throwing her food down towards to floor where our dog Max sat, waiting for the small cheerio chunks to fall to the floor.
I bite my lip and feel the small, smooth metal that was now looped through it. Though I did it without permission, I have no fear for what my mother will do when she does see it (even though she'll probably spaz and spontainiously conbust all over the kitchen). I quickly grab my lunch and slide open the door.
"Sienna, eat something before you go." I hear my mother call over her cell phone.
"No mom, it's okay, I'm not hungry, I'm gonna be late." and I hurry through it, seeing Matt stare at me for a second before I stick out my tongue.
"Mom..." I hear him whine as I slide away unnoticed.
"Matt, how many times do I have to tell you, do not interupt me when I'm on the phone." and I watched her turn her back on him towards the screaming Emily and almost trip over Max.
My mother- is a very busy woman. In my opinion, too busy. She carries three jobs, which all include some sort of big travelling buissness, therefore, she's almost never home. When she is home... she's too busy setting up some ort of meeting, or sorting out paper work... or arguing with someone on her super-expensive cellphone, much smaller and portable than mine,(which, in my opinion was pretty small, so I don't get how she uses hers) to even care about the fact that she has children to care for.
Matt- he's your ordinary skateboard freak of a fourteen-year-old brother. He listens to rap, wears baggy clothes and likes to bug people, whether or not it's me. But, he minds his own buissness, for the most part. I don't mind him, he usually listens.
Emily- your average... screaming baby. All she does is scream, cry, eat, sleep and well... you know.
My dad- well, Ken's not really my dad but he qualifies as one. My birth father was killed in a drunk driver incident when I was just a baby. Since then, my mother's married Ken... he's both Matt's and Emily's father... and I've grown up to call him dad. That's how we treat eachother... I guess. When I entered middleschool, they divorced and we moved across town...which incase you didn't know, is Belleville, New Jersey. Ken and I are still pretty close, and I usually go there to see him once and a while.
On with the story.
I march down the street, which is rather long for a street (and my house which just happens to be at the very end of the dead end)... towards the park, where I'm meeting Frank... or Frankie as I tend to often call him, along with any other weird nicknames thrown in. He is in two of my four highschool classes. He plays guitar in a band called Pencey Prep and he's their lead vocalist. I wouldn't say he's bad, actually, he's pretty good. You can tell when he's coming because he always makes a big comotion. He's been my best friend since grade seven, when I first moved to this side of town. My mother doesn't approve of him at all, but hey, wer're only friends... not like I've never thought of dating Frank, I mean... he does sound pretty cool, right? It's just... well, it's a complicated story.
I sit on the side of the water fountain in the center on the park and put on my over-sized, dark sunglasses and do up my sweater, trying to cover as much of the lame school uniform as possible. I look down at my watch- 8:21 AM, huh, he's 5 minutes late. But just wait, he's going to pop up any second, jump over me, balance on the fountain, if he's lucky, not fall in, then jump in the seat next to me and tug on my hair while pulling off a wide-set grin. This all happens in about 10 seconds.
"Hey Anna." he says, and pulls on my hair. I smile, baring my teeth. "Hey... nice lip ring." I watch him uncomfortably stare at it for a moment before I remark,
"Yea, you too." Frankie's had his lip ring for almost a year now, so it was kind of funny. I watch him giggle childishly.
He adjusts his tie, which is never tied properly, after sitting there for a few minutes and said, "Well, we'de better get going, or we'll miss first period." I pondered at the thought.
"How many day's do you have left before you lose your credit?" I asked. He shrugged without much thought. "I dunno, 3 or 4, I already got my phonecall home, what about you?"
"Same, my mom almost killed me." Then, I shrugged it off. "Wanna skip fist period.?" and without any hesitation, he answered, "Hell yea."
Though it may not have been the smartest thing to have done, we figured, we're young, so why not? "Let's go swimming." I suggested, picking up my school bag and heading back down the long street home.
"Yay!" Frankie clapped his hands and pulled me forward on our way. Everyone should have been gone from my house already, so we should be able to sneak to Parker Lake, this small pond-like bay that is sanitary to go swimming in. Frank and I found it when we were in eigth grade.
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