*Crazy*

I reach over to my mobile, sat on my side table and jab at the buttons until the music stops blaring. I lie there trying to bring my self round to some sort of near consciousness. As the saddening truth engraves itself ito my brain i let out a sigh and curl myself up as tight as possible. Another boring day at my crappy school, another day thinking about my future, another day watching them smile. The warmth of my cover seems to cuddle me but i know i won't get back to sleep. So i fling the covers to the side, tip-toe my way through the extremly messy floor, grab my towel off the radiator wrap it around me, grab my dressing gown and make my way to the bathroom.

Although it may seem like i'm telling you the most private but normal part of my day, i am ? But this is where the most of my half way maturity will take place, in my head. Like the sun coming out for the flowers. When i am in the shower, listening to galaxy on the radio, warm water pouring onto my skin i think about the most least important; but very important subjects that are on my mind. Brushing my teeth, washing my body and hair seems rountine and i do it almost without thinking. Later on in the day it's hard to re-call what i was thinking about although most of the time i know it'll be about the same thing. Boys. Yes, adults tell me 'Men are good for nothing. You only go to them when you want money or a baby.' But at my very hormonal stage in life i say 'Oh well you only live once !'

*Now this story could go two ways. I could carry on and use my daily school routine. Or could share 'The day in a life of a private school student' dream i've always had ? Carrying on my slight remarks of the love horrors and normal teenage problems that i mentioned ? Ahh wat to do ?? .. I think i'll just stick to the bashed about, normality of a public school.*

Back in my room i look at the time '8.00am' Ah crap i'm late,again ! When i'm really shattered (most days) i just go back to bed until the next persons out of the shower, not sleeping mind, just thinking. But to be honest the little details of me getting ready would bore you so i'll move my, imaginary, self down to the kitchen.

I won't be leaving until at least half past today so i'll make a slice of toast. I do just that, then i eat it, then move onto the toilet where i'll do my hair. Dad comes down the stairs while i'm staring at myself in the mirror; looking at the mess all these drugs i'm on are suppost to be sorting out. I comb my hair, then dry it leaving it down even though it's windy, i have no one to look pretty for.

In the kitchen i look at the time '8.40' crap doors will be open now. I ask my dad if he can take me. He tells me to finish my drink. 'I'm not thirsty' I reply, actually i really am going to be late and i really need to get to school because it's my escape route. He gives me a dirty look. I take a few sips then chuck the rest down the sink and put the cup my the sink. Whilst i'm getting my shoes on i here mum telling him i'm going to be late. Quickly i chuck my coat and bag on, knowing something is going to kick off, i go outside. I here yelling and when dad storms outside, slamming the door behind him i ask which car were going in. He ignores me and acts as if i don't exist until were both belted up in the car.

He thrusts the car into gear and revs it up to get off the pavement. Now i'm thinking 'this is silly' ! He slams on the excellerator and i hold on for dear life as he flys the corner onto the main road, without looking. He does 40 up that road. My minds now saying 'this is absolutly absurd we could crash you idiot.' Speeding up the road he shouts at me the list of everything he hates about me. I'm not taking any of it in i've heard it all before. He stops at the bottom of the road and tells me to get out now. I mutter under my breath 'You maniac', take my seat belt off, throwing it too the side. I open the door, get out and smash the door as hard as i can back into place. My mind is now screaming 'That *bunny* insane *bunny*'. The next thing i hear is the wheeles screeching and him racing off. Everybody looks at the car. I don't. I storm in rage into the school, giving a wish that he crashes, not looking back.

*So much more i want to write but its getting late. I wish you could save these things and publish them when there finished !! Ah well i'll make a second part if i wish. I could, i thought, do a second part telling everyone how she runs away from the torture. Or just carry on her life and tell everybody about her heart break that i mentioned at the beginning 'watching them smile'. Yes, when i read through it i realized i'd made it very suttle. Ah well i'll think about it when i do it. Please give me feed back ! Thankyou. Yasmin x*

*Writers thoughts (not part of the story haha)*