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Chapter One

The covers were so warm around my body, that I had no intentions of unwrappingmyself and facing the day. Unfortunately, my mother had other plans. “Abigail Adams if you don’t get out of that bed I’m going to drag you out by your hair!” Even though Iknew my mom would never do that, I still feared the possibility. I began to unravelmyself from my warm cocoon and sat up to see the angry face my mother wore. Most of the days my mom was a good looking woman. She was slim figured and had a short bobhair cut that accentuated her face well. Her face bore the look of a mom, but she had beautiful light green eyes that any man would love to stare at, except my dad who leftwhen we us when we were two.“Alright, alright I’m up mom. You don’t have to stand there like a prison guardwaiting to escort me to the shower.”She stood there looking upset with the comment I had just made. “Why is italways a struggle to get you out of bed for the first day of school, or any school day for that matter?” She began to look a little less angry now, but the tone she used made itseem like she was at her wits end with the whole situation.“Mom you make it seem like kids are happy to get up and journey off to schoolday in and day out. The only kids who are excited about going to school are nerds, andself-centered girls who can’t wait to show themselves off and express how much better they think they are then others.” I began to get off the bed ignoring the look my mother was giving me.“That’s not entirely true! Jules is always looking forward to school no matter what. She’s always up early and dressed. She gets good grades in school and she getsthings done in a timely fashion, which is more than I can say for you young lady.” Mymom was not pointing at me with her judgmental finger.Ugh! It boiled my skin when she would compare me to Julia. Sometimes whenshe did that I just wanted to scream bloody murder! I was so sick of her thinking that theonly way to be in life was be a person like Julia. They day had just barely begun, and shewas already working my nerves with this shit.

“You know how much I hate the fact that you try to make me out to be like Jules.Mom when are you going to except me for me and except the fact that I’m not little miss perfect? ” I practically pleaded.She began to cross her hands and stand there as if to say

I’m not in the mood to get into this conversation with you

, and the look on her face made me see that she wasgrowing more impatient with me by the minute, so I finally hopped off the bed andgrabbed my towels to shower. I knew this was a lost subject with her, and there was noneed to discuss this any further. She was never going to except the fact that Jules and Iwere two totally different people. I was so tired of her continuously trying to make meout to be this person I wasn’t. I wish that she would just see that just because I didn’t leadmy life on pure discipline, I was still a good daughter for the person I was.I guess it pleased my mother to some avail to see me getting up because she turned toleave the room leaving me in peace. Thank God! Of course she didn’t leave withoutmentioning something about not taking forever in the shower. I stuck my tongue out ather back and made my way to the bathroom.I opened the door to be engulfed by perfume. My nose stung from the smell that Icould only breathe through my mouth. This was the one disadvantage for being the lastone to get ready in the morning. Jules really liked for people to smell her from a mileaway. I never cared too much about the whole smelling like a woman garbage. I figuredas long as I didn’t smell like feet or pits, I was all-good. I turned on the light and began torun the water. Looking in the mirror, I could see that I needed more sleep. The circlesunder my eyes were telling me so. Unfortunately for them, that wasn’t going to behappening any time soon. Gosh I missed the summer already. It seemed like onlyyesterday I was at the swimming pool with the gang just living the life of a teen. Fun inthe sun. Now it was back to crappy school.I wasn’t looking forward to my classes or any of the stupid girls that went toLane Tech High School. The girls at our school were absolutely ridiculous. I think theywould have fit in much better at a high school in Beverly Hills’, the way they all primpthemselves up and threw themselves at guys. They all looked so trashy to me. Thank Godmy sister Julia wasn’t as bad as they were. The only good thing I could say about her wasthat she did have self-respect. Even though she doused herself with makeup, she was stillnaturally pretty and very intelligent. Unfortunately she was a bitch! You would never

think we were sisters if you saw us in the street together because she was day and I wasnight, and not just because of our personalities but our looks as well. She was taller than Iwas and had a very slim cheerleader body. She had flowing blond hair that had theslightest hint of bronze streaks in it. She had dark green eyes and a heart shaped face withvery clear skin and rosy cheeks. As for me, I had chestnut colored eyes and my skin wasfair looking with slight hints of freckles on my arms and cheeks. My lips were averagelooking too. I never wore lipstick or anything for that matter. The only lips gloss I hadcame in the form of saliva that my tongue would dab across them when I licked them. Ialso had simple straight dark brown hair. No flowing look to it like Julia’s hair. It just saton top of my head waiting for a brush to occasionally make its way through it. I think theone thing I did possess that Julia didn’t was kindness.The thing that bugged me the most about her was her attitude. It made it sodifficult for me to live with her, and share to share a room with because of it. She was toodisciplined for me. Everything always had to be clean and neat. Everything had itsspecific location where it had to be. Anything out of place, and she would have a fit. Me I preferred the “lived in” look for my room. So what if the bed wasn’t always made or the jeans I wore yesterday were sprawled on the floor? She was also like that when it came toschool. She couldn’t let herself get anything less than an A in school, and she made itseem like if you didn’t abide by these two principals of good grades and tidiness youwere doomed for failure. I mean I know how important it is to get good grades in school, but it wasn’t the most important thing to me. Grades didn’t determine how smart I was. Itwas society’s way of singling people out and making people feel stupid about themselves,at least that was my opinion.After taking a shower, I rushed into my room to get a glimpse at the time. 7:55.Shoot! Bennigan would be here any minute! At this point I was practically runningaround my room naked, with just a towel wrapped around my head. I scavenged the roomlooking for some clothes to throw on. Lucky for me, those sprawled out jeans were in my plain sight and I didn’t have to go digging through things to find them. Searching throughmy drawers I found some underwear to put on and dashed towards the closet were theclean shirts were. Jeans were recyclable. Shirts on the other hand were not. Just ask anyman you know. I found my favorite shirt that read, “Everybody lies” and threw that on. Ilooked like an Olympic athlete as jumped over hurdles of things all over the floor to

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