Love in a Hellhole: Rewritten
"I don't know what I want, so don't ask me,
'Cause I'm still trying to figure it out,
Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking..."
-Taylor Swift, A Place in This World
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Opening an eye drowsily, I internally groaned, knowing that I have to return to the hellhole I have to call school. The first day of school was always the worst.
Screw it, I thought and pulled my duvet over my head, closing my eyes once more, just preparing to be a no-show today.
"Nina Marie! Don't you dare do what I think you're doing! You can't miss the first day!" Mother Dearest called from downstairs.
Honestly, I hated not listening to my mom, because I knew that she only did what she did because she loved me, and she won't always be there. But sometimes I just needed a break. Pretending I didn't hear a word she said, I moved to my left side.
"Besides, it's Amber's birthday today, right?"
That woke me up. I had totally forgot!
Why would I do that? I even have her Coach Purse and Victoria's Secret card in a gift bag, with the birthday card and everything in it, right next to my schoolbag.
Oh, yeah. Schoolbag. School.
Groaning, I dragged myself out of my warm, beautiful bed and downstairs to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly-made pancakes filling my nose.
"Morning, Mom," I said with as much cheerfulness as I could muster as she sat my plate in front of me.
I didn't realize how hungry I actually was until I saw the golden, fluffy pancake.
Digging into it, my sister Allison made her way downstairs, and I knew it was her, because after seventeen years, you kind of learn what each member of your family's footsteps sound like.
Finishing my breakfast, I helped myself to a glass of milk as Allison fussed with my mom about not eating breakfast.
Apparently, she was on a diet, or something like that.
I'd like to know what happened to the Allison I used to know, the cheeky thirteen-year-old with the frizzy hair. Now, she was just the younger version of Regina George from Mean Girls.
I remember her smile, with her braces and her bad acne. I remember her cute little pigtails when she was five. I remember her waking me up at night to tell me about her problems with her best friend.
But now, everything's changed. Ever since she got her braces removed and started to use Proactive at the beginning of the summer, she has been acting differently.
I don't like it. Not one bit.
Lately, she's been dressing like a slut, and sometimes at night, I can hear her sneaking out of her window.
It would be totally different if she were my older sister and started doing all of those things, like go on with your bad self. But, however, she's my younger sister. She's only fourteen, soon to be fifteen. I don't want her getting hurt. If she were my older sister, she'd probably be legal, so nothing would particularly matter.
Geez, I sounded like a big sap right there, but I can't help my worrying overprotective sister thoughts.
Putting my empty glass in the sink, I hurried upstairs to take a shower.
My shower was quick and uneventful, and I don't think you need or want a detailed description of how I applied my body wash to my loofa.
Wrapping a towel around my body as I stepped out of the shower, I went from my en suite to my closet, picking out a simple pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a Beatles shirt, and black Doc Martens.
After slipping on my clothes, I towel dried my hair, and put it into a high ponytail.
Grapping my car keys, schoolbag, and Amber's birthday present, I was off downstairs.
Just as I opened the door to leave, my mom called my name.
"What?" I said, groaning.
As I turned back, I noticed my little brother, Danny, eating breakfast at the table. He was an adorable little being, and he was only six. I loved him to death.
"Remember our deal about getting you a car," she said.
"Which was?" I really didn't remember.
"You have to bring your brother and your sister to school every morning."
I groaned aloud.
"It was our deal," my mom smirked.
I could read her face. Internally, she was saying, Praise the Lord, sweet baby Jesus! I don't have to bring the kids to school anymore and I can sleep as late as I desire!
She could sleep late, because she works from home, and she doesn't have to be bothered with getting up and bringing us kids to school.
I don't exactly like to view myself as a kid, but in twenty years my opinion will be different, so… Let's just go with the flow.
Really, I just didn't feel like bringing Allison to school. I'm fine—more than fine with bringing Danny to school. But lately, Allison has been trying to pick fights with me, and it's really annoying.
I smiled at Danny, "You ready for your first day of first grade, bud?"
He nodded vigorously. "Lila's gonna be there!"
I raised my eyebrows at him, "A girl? Does little Danny have a crush?"
Danny's face turn a light pink and he shoveled the rest of his cereal into his mouth.
"Yo, my best friend, best friend 'till the very end,
'Cause best friends, best friends don't have to pretend,
Amber's ringtone on my phone sounded with Cher Lloyd's Oath.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, Nina, this is Mrs. Millington on Amber's phone. She's in the shower right now so I need to be quick. I'm calling you to tell you not to pick Amber up on the way to school because we're surprising her with a car for her birthday."
"Oh, okay, Mrs. Millington! No need to worry, I won't pick her up."
"Thanks! I've got to go. She's just getting out of the shower. Goodbye!"
She quickly hung up, and I locked my phone.
My mom was at the sink washing dishes.
"What did Amber want?" she asked.
"It was Amber's mom. Her parents told me not to pick her up because they are surprising her with a car. She's seventeen today."
"I know that she's seventeen, Nina."
"Well—never mind. Where's Allison? I will leave her if she isn't down here in the next thirty seconds."
I heard the sound of high heels clacking down the stairs.
"I'm right here, Nina," Allison said as she checked her Facebook on her iPhone.
I took in her appearance. "I'm not bringing you to school looking like that."
This made my mom look at her. "Allison! Go change right now. You are not going to school wearing that."
Allison's brown hair was 'Snooki style', and she was wearing a cropped top with 'booty' shorts and stilettos.
How about no?
I smirked. "Mom, Danny's going to be late if she changes. Why don't you just bring her to school?"
"That's a nice idea, Nina. Bye, guys, I love you." Mom kissed Danny on the forehead, and gave me a squeeze.
"Love you, too," Danny and I said in unison as we walked out the door and to my car.
"Why was Allison dressed like that?" Danny said as I began to drive to his school.
"I don't know, bud." I didn't want to ruin his innocence at such a young age.
"Why isn't Alli nice anymore? She always screams at me and wears high heels."
"Babe, I don't know the answers to all of these questions. We're here."
I got out with Danny to kiss him goodbye and wish him luck on his first day.
"I love you, Nina," he whispered in my ear before I left.
"I love you to, bubs."
With that, I watched him go to his teacher.
I arrived at school, and parked in a spot, claiming it to be mine until the end of the year.
Getting out of my car and grabbing Amber's gifts, I locked it and stared at the sign above the glass doors that read, "Welcome back!"
I slowly walked to the cement slab that Amber and I typically met at in the morning before school to wait.
Sighing, I wondered what this year will bring.
Happy New Year's Eve, everyone!
I am coming off of hiatus and Red will be updated tomorrow! Love in a Hellhole is back, guys!
Season three is on Thursday! I can't contain my excitement!
I'm thinking about making an update schedule, but I still have to work that out and I'll get back to you guys on that.
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