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I groaned as I heard a loud irritating buzz broke though the pleasantness of my dreams.The world inside my head in
which I lived. It was the only thing that made since and the only thing in my life that no matter what nothing ever went
wrong,which was something that I needed because it seemed that if something could go wrong for me it would. I raised my
head about a fraction of an inch and stretched my arm over to my nightstand hitting a whole lot of random buttons until the
loud buzzing that was my alarm clock went away. Why was it when I was always my most conferrable I had to move around?
Did anyone ever wonder that? That was me, Ruby, the girl who was always wondering random little thoughts. I could go from
talking about how boring it is to sit though math and listen to the teacher talk on and on and on and on and on, then
something shinny will catch my eye and I will talk about random shinny objects and how they always seemed to come from no
where. Why was that anyone ever wonder? Yawing and stretching my arms out I pushed myself in to a sitting position.
Crawling to the end of my bed, I did a cat like stretch and climb off the bed to get my cloths picked out for the day.
I pulled open my closet doors open and cocked my head to the side thinking about what I wanted to wear. I stared at my
cloths for a few moments hoping that they would magically come to life and pick an outfit out themselves so I would not
have to decide. But no such luck .I’m super lazy in the morning when I just wake up and don’t wanna do much of anything,
except roll over in bed and fall back asleep, but seeing as my nice soft warm bed was out of the question I blinked a few
times and shook my head back and forth to rid my brain of it’s sleepy fog.
I stared into the depths of my cloths for a little longer before deciding I had a better chance of running into
Nikki Sixx then picking out an outfit with out the help of coffee. And with the thought of sweet coffee in my mind I
sluggishly walked across my room to my door, cursing the fact I had to have a big room for all my stuff and that we lived
in a big house where everything had to be so far away from the very thing I was doing at the moment. Ok so our house was
not all that big. It wasn’t small but it wasn’t like one of those supper huge houses either. It was a little above average
size, but that was only because my mom liked to keep herself as far from me and as close as possible to her new boyfriend.
The two of them together was worse then most teenagers who think their in love with each other. It made me sick to my
stomached just to be in the same room as them. My mom would always be talking in a flrtly girl voice that sent chills down
my spine and Mark always was talking in some baby voice that I guess was suppose to be affectionate, but made me want to
vomit back up anything that happen to be in me at the time. After what seemed like two years to me I made it to my kitchen
were mom had a fresh pot of coffee on. It was a blessing that my mom had to have her coffee in the morning and didn’t like
to spend 5 bucks a day at a coffee shop when she could just make it herself, so I didn’t have to make it myself and go
thought the whole long waiting process. I fished in the cupboard as best as my 5’2 frame would allow me to but the coffee
mugs were kept on the second self and I could barley reach the first.
Standing on tip toes and thanking god that I had long legs and arms, I reached for my huge coffee mug that I always
kept close to the front of the shelf so I could reach it. “Well that takes care of my exercise for the day”, I said aloud
to myself,whenever I was alone I talked to myself I think it was a confert thing. I set my cup on the counter and walked to the fridge humming some random thing that popped in my head. After I had mixed my coffee the way I liked it, I brought the cup to my nose inhaling the sweet smell of one of my addictions, then took a slow sip. I was weird like that, people get use to it. Now that I had my caffeine boost, I walked back upstairs and once again starred onto the depths of my cloths. A few minutes passed by before I decided on ripped black skinny jeans, a neon green tank top, and neon purple tie. I also put my skeleton gloves on; I never didn’t wear them .I LOVED cloths with holes, black, shinny, or neon! I was just giving myself the once over to see if there was anything wrong with the way I looked. Nothing I could change, I mean I wished I could change the way my face looked but I couldn’t, so there was no use in bitching about it. I had maybe taken two steps out of my bathroom when I hear my front door open and fast feet moving up the stairs. A few seconds later my best friend, Tish stood in my doorway. She looked like she was ready to kill someone.
I held my coffee close; she liked to throw cups whenever she was pissed. It was to see them spill whatever they were
holding, and they caused more damage. One of the many things that we had in common. Me and her had been close ever since
she moved here four years ago. We were made to be partners in class and somewhere between always having to sit and talk to
each other, and going over to each others houses non stop to complete the very difficult project, we some how ended up
becoming like sisters. “Who’s body are we burring now”, I asked sitting beside her on my bed. “My whole stupid FUCKIN
FAMILY”, she yelled grabbing one of my pillows and screaming into it.
She then pulled her head away from it, looked at it, then throw it across the room as if it had called her fat.“What
have they done now”, I asked calmly and in a understanding voice. I was already use to her wanting to kill everyone in her
family. I didn’t blame her I wanted to kill my mom half the time. It seemed that both our moms hated us. My dad had walked out of my life when I was five and never bothered looking back ,her dad was lazy and never did anything. He made her do everything and he would smack her from time to time if she didn't do as he said. Her mom always seemed to be P.M.Sing and her brother, Frank was treated like the perfect angel. They let him do whatever it was he wanted and would turn a deaf ear to mine and Tish's complants of how mean and rude he was to us. Me and Frank hated eachother he always would mess with me the most out of everyone. Before he moved to New York to go live with his dad we where gonna fight and when the time came I hit him hard one time and he backed away claiming he had had to go see his girlfriend but we all knew the truth. He also gave his bestfriend Gerard's little brother, Mikey, a hard time too. All poor Mikey had done was be friends with us. “You will never belvie who’s living with us”, she said seeming to have clamed down a little bit. Guess she had gotten most of her anger out on the way here because if she hadn't there was no way she'd be talking this clamly. “Ummmm did your mom have another kid and not tell you about it and the kid just showed up”, I asked trying to make her laugh. I had a small feeling I knew who was back but I didn't want to make myself believe it. “I wish! But oh, no I can’t have a cool long lost older sister! Oh, no that would be to fuckin simple! I have to have my stupid fucktard of a brother back!!!!!!!” she said taking another one of my pillows and squeezing it as a snake would squeeze a mouse it was about to eat. “No”, I gasped As the relity of my worst fears seemed to be comming ture. Frank's dad was an ass from what I heard who liked to party and fuck other girls so Tish's mom left him when Frank was young. He stayed in Frank's life though and had even wanted to get to know Tish when her mom had remarried and had her but then he turnned into a dick and moved to New York and barley even talked to Frank.
“I know but it’s true. Only this time he’s here to stay”. “Why though? I thought he hated it here and he was going to stay with his dad”, I said confused. He had said so himself he wanted to live with his dad because his dad was never there and he could pretty much whatever he wanted not like he already couldn't do that.“Well he got himself in trouble for fighting with all the guys in New York and the ones he didn’t try and fight with he slept with their girlfriends and or sisters. You know how he is. I’ll tell you the rest at school. Oh and just to warn you, my mom thinks it would be best if me and Frank became more close to each other cuz ’where siblings and we should be there for each other’, so long story short he’s driving us to school.” “Grate”, I said pulling on my gray hoodie, bag, and I-pod. Me and Tish wouldn’t be able to talk out loud with Frank in the car so I just put my headphones on and turned my music all the way up. We got to the
black car in my driveway not saying anything to each other. Tish got in the front, another thing I’m sure here mom made
her do and knowing Frank he would tell their mom that Tish wasn’t doing what she was suppose to. He may have not wanted her to even breath near him but if she would get yelled at for it he would enforce it. Without being able to
talk to her and no one being up yet so I couldn’t text, I staired out my window thinking. It was only a three minute drive
to the school so at least the car ride was short. When we pulled into the parking lot, I quickly got out of the car and
walked around to the passenger side as Tish climbed out. It was during this time I actually got a look at the new Frank and I couldn't look away. He had gotten a lot taller, last time he was shorter then me which was saying something seeing as I was 5'2 at the time. He also had a red and black mohawk looking thing that worked for him, tattoos, his lip periced, and even the red eyeliner seemed to work for him. Now at least he looked like the big tough guy act he was trying to pull off.