Demented
Chapter 1
Kalli's Point of View
"What time do you want me to pick you up?" Jay asks as she turns her fragile old white car on the corner of the street.
"Anytime really you know I don't take as long as you do," I reason with her as I look out the window.
"Ha ha, very funny," She teases giving me a look, " what are you going to wear?" she asks.
"I don't know maybe a tank top and jeans," I sigh shrugging whilst picking at my nails.
"Oh no you're not. . .you can't just wear a tank top and jeans." Jay says in a surprising tone.
"Why not?" I ask looking at her, she always seems to want things bigger and better. But me. . .I don't really care for those kind of things.
"It's the senior's party, and we're juniors. You can't just go to their party looking like shit," She explains.
I exhale deeply shaking my head, " Well then I guess I'll look like a decent piece of shit then." I reply as she drives into my driveway.
The lights are not on meaning my mother is not home yet which is usual. I grab my backpack opening the door and rising from my seat.
"Whatever, just look nice?" Jay begs me as she brushes her vibrant red hair back.
"Sure, I'll see you at eight then," I reply slamming her car door shut.
"Bye," Jay calls as she reverses from my driveway carefully.
"Thanks for he ride, see ya!" I call back at her before opening the door to my house.
I lock the door behind me setting my floral print backpack on the kitchen counter and opening the fridge. If I don't get something to eat I will faint for sure. So I grab the first thing I see which seems to be some left over pasta from the night before and warm it up quickly before digging in. On a night like this I would normally do homework, watch a movie and stall myself on Instagram before Jay would come back and pick me up for the senior's party. But today I feel like doing something different instead and maybe skip the homework for after the party since I only have a math worksheet anyways.
I walk upstairs to my room sitting on my bed and opening my curtains to see the side of my neighbors house. I can't wait till next year when it's our senior party I think to myself. . .who knows maybe I might be the one to host it and not everything will have to be so big and glamerous like the years before.
"What time do you want me to pick you up?" Jay asks as she turns her fragile old white car on the corner of the street.
"Anytime really you know I don't take as long as you do," I reason with her as I look out the window.
"Ha ha, very funny," She teases giving me a look, " what are you going to wear?" she asks.
"I don't know maybe a tank top and jeans," I sigh shrugging whilst picking at my nails.
"Oh no you're not. . .you can't just wear a tank top and jeans." Jay says in a surprising tone.
"Why not?" I ask looking at her, she always seems to want things bigger and better. But me. . .I don't really care for those kind of things.
"It's the senior's party, and we're juniors. You can't just go to their party looking like shit," She explains.
I exhale deeply shaking my head, " Well then I guess I'll look like a decent piece of shit then." I reply as she drives into my driveway.
The lights are not on meaning my mother is not home yet which is usual. I grab my backpack opening the door and rising from my seat.
"Whatever, just look nice?" Jay begs me as she brushes her vibrant red hair back.
"Sure, I'll see you at eight then," I reply slamming her car door shut.
"Bye," Jay calls as she reverses from my driveway carefully.
"Thanks for he ride, see ya!" I call back at her before opening the door to my house.
I lock the door behind me setting my floral print backpack on the kitchen counter and opening the fridge. If I don't get something to eat I will faint for sure. So I grab the first thing I see which seems to be some left over pasta from the night before and warm it up quickly before digging in. On a night like this I would normally do homework, watch a movie and stall myself on Instagram before Jay would come back and pick me up for the senior's party. But today I feel like doing something different instead and maybe skip the homework for after the party since I only have a math worksheet anyways.
I walk upstairs to my room sitting on my bed and opening my curtains to see the side of my neighbors house. I can't wait till next year when it's our senior party I think to myself. . .who knows maybe I might be the one to host it and not everything will have to be so big and glamerous like the years before.
Notes
Slow first chapter, but things will speed up soon.
4/13/14