Hi people, this is my first fan fiction (on this site) so I hope you guys like it!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 1:
“Come on now Hazel you have to burn copies of the CD for me for my total amazing party” Ashley said my my ‘sister’ but I was more of a slave to her and my mom ever since my dad died.
‘Ashley, you know my name so DON’T call me Hazel when its Veronica” I yelled at her trying to keep my cool.
“APOLOGIZE TO YOUR SISTER VERONICA” my mom yelled
‘Sorry...” I said using my lazy stupid voice.
“Good now go do everyone’s chores” she demanded
“What happed to everyone does there fair share?” I asked
“That’s gone…”my mom said, she didn’t need to finish the sentence to know when that rule ended.
“Yes Angie” Angie, my mom’s name when my dad died she made me call her that I wasn’t even aloud to call her mom inside our house.
Veronica’s Chores List:
1.) Make the beds
2.) Sweep the entire house
3.) Dust the walls, television
4.) Wash the dishes
Anything else that is needed to be cleaned
‘Anything else that needs washing- everything that is in this house I want spotless’
I started with #2 it was the easiest that I found, I was almost done when I heard aloud CRASH
“What the hell was that Veronica?” Angie and Ashley asked at the same time
“It wasn’t me it was stupid…” I was shushed by Angie
I just graved the broom and started sweeping it up. It took me the whole day to finish the chores. As you may tell is that I have no social life, no boyfriend not anything my best friend was my computer.
“Ashley, Veronica time for school” Angie yelled.
I looked at myself in the mirror, red/brown hair with crispy golden highlights. I put my bangs to the side, putting my hair over my shoulders parting it, finally putting on a head band. I looked down at my clothes, a ‘zip up’ jacket with a hood and underneath that was my blue tank top. Throwing on some skinny jeans and shoes I walked out.
“Bye Hazel’ I heard Ashley call, I was to tired and bored to answer. She hoped into Angie’s car for a ride to school, like always I had to walk.
The bell had not rung yet, people were just talking with there friends, I remembered when I had friends, when Ashley and I got along had the same friends were both ‘popular’ now it just was her. They walked by, with out Ashley. I looked up just a glance to see how they were staring at me; I saw sadness in their eyes, regret, sorrow for me. I looked back down playing with my cheap phone inside my pocket, I heard the bell ring, I saw them walk off quickly holding their Prada purses.
Mission: Home Room
Goal: Avoiding Ashley
“Class, yesterday I told you to write a poem that describes you” Mr. Mac said, I looked down at my poem I had written it was about me and my life it stated what goes threw my mind everyday. “Veronica Carlos” I heard him say. I slid my chair and regrettably got up in front of the entire class.
I’m not that girl
I always think
‘She will like the way I wrote this paper nice and neat’
Or
‘I better fold these clothes carefully just the way she likes it’
I am not that girl
I swear I’m not
The real me is trying to survive inside me
Waiting to be unleashed
To survive
I’m not THAT girl
I swear I’m not
For the real me I don’t know anymore
For it is dying inside
The class was silent; Dave the boy that was the type of ‘too cool for school’ was the first to clap it broke the ice, everyone else just joined in. I shyly slid back into my chair watching Ashley recite her poem….it sounded familiar it was! It was a chorus part of my song, when she was done and when everyone instantly applauded she gave me a smirk. “Very good everyone that preformed for today now go onto your first period class” the teacher said I gave a cold stare at Ashley. I read her lips ‘what ever Hazel’ I got up from my chair and headed out.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
comment(s) or feed back?
~L.
