A Perfect Day

A Perfect Day…

High School. Another year, another day of my amazing life! I cannot believe that it is the beginning of my Senior Year! OMG! I am so stoked! This year is going to be so perfect already!

My name is Kayla! I can honestly say, I feel like I have the perfect life. I am now a Senior at Karcher High School. I have grown up in this town my entire life. I also cannot wait to leave it and see what the world looks like. I have a road trip with my friends and my amazing boyfriend but, I want to explore the world for myself. To drive, and drive for hours. Never stopping, seeing everything, and experiencing adventure.

I am only being partly honest, to be frank. My home life is a piece of shit. My father's family is amazing, if only my father was so great. There are several days where I just want to run away and go where no one has even heard of him. My rock is my older brother Joshua. He can be an asshole at times but, he is the only one in the house who tries to protect me. He watches over me like I am precious cargo. He has a hot temper and does not take dads shit. Since he went to college, I miss him and wish he was around more.

“Kayla, get the hell over girl!” Shit!

“Yes, Dad?”

“What the hell are you doing? Where is my dinner? I have been waiting here for a fucking hour!”

“Sorry Dad, I was applying to colleges”

“College, what the fuck? Who says you’re going?”

“I am going, Josh went”

“Josh is a man, of course he went, what are you going to do? Dance your way there?” he says as he laughs at me. "You women are a joke! Your mom never went, and she is home where she belongs!" 

"Mom is special needs" I retort, he starts to get up from his seat with a pissed-off look on his face. I race into the kitchen. Sometimes you just can never tell with my father. he can go from calm, to sarcastic to a raging temper in a split second. 

"Don't you dare belittle your mother you brat!"  I ground my teeth at his tone. He was making me feel like an incompetent five-year-old.

"The older you get, the more you start to get like everyone else! so smart, so full of yourself! You think I'm a moron too? Do you want to kill me as well? Well, guess what girl you can shut the fuck up! You try and I will knock you into next week!" He said with a snarl. I keep quiet, and pray that he will calm down.

I walk back in there and do my best to placate him. “Dad, I do have straight A’s ya know. I was offered an Art scholarship”

“Where in the fuck did you get artistic talent? I have seen your drawings they’re shit! You expect to become a professional artist? You can’t live on dreams dummy!”

I closed my eyes and blocked out the tears that were threatening to fall. I couldn’t wait to leave for school.

“What do you want for dinner?”

“What do I look like a restaurant? Just cooking for fucks sake!”

I held back every curse word that I knew. It would not help if I cussed him out, he may just slap me again. I fixed chicken with rice and veggies. I set it on the table, praying he did not comment.

“What the hell?” I turned towards him.

“Something wrong Dad?”

“Did you cook this with butter or oil? It’s creasy fat, I can’t eat this. I’ll gain weight.”

“Well yeah, duh, that’s how you cook. You were a cook, you should know that”

“WHAT THE HELL YOU JUST SAY TO ME!” I shrank backwards and tried leaving the room.

“GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE” He reached over the table and grabbed me by the hair. Slap! I fought back the tears as he continued to slap me, and wished my brother were here.

“Learn some fucking respect girl! I am your father!” I ran from the room and locked myself in the bedroom fighting back tears.

I checked my phone and saw a text from Whitney my best friend.

“Hey bitch! How are you”?

“Get me the fuck out of here girl!”

“Shit again! I am coming! You want me to phone Tyson?”

“Yes Please!”

“I got you girl!” 

10 minutes later she texted that she was parked down the street. I changed into a cute midriff top that dipped in the front with some low-cut shorts. I opened my window and squeezed out of it. Thank fuck I am 110 lbs. and fucking flexible. If I were like my plus-size neighbor who is like 130 fat pounds I wouldn’t fit! She is such a DUFF but, cool.

I begin walking down the street, heading toward Whitney’s sleek black Corvette.

“Hey!”

“Get in here girl before your shithead father figures out you’re gone.”

I slid into the car through the window, and we started driving down the street.  

"Tell me how in the hell is a pack warrior?"

"He's not anymore. I wish he was, he was never home, and we were happier!" 

We are young and hot bitches. We are cruising down the street laughing and jiving to the sound of DNC “Cake by the Ocean.”

I climbed into the back of the car while she was driving. My phone started ringing and I saw Tyson’s name. I covered my ears and answered.

“Hey Babe!”

“Hey baby girl”

“How are you? I miss you”

“I miss you too baby girl!”

“Meet us at the party. I want you to myself”

“Fuck yeah gorgeous” I hung up the phone.

“Well, bitch, what did lover boy say?” I grinned and I thanked my lucky stars when I dressed quickly, I made sure to wear my black lace Victoria Secret G-string. He’s going to enjoy the show I intend to give him.

“He’ll meet us at Damien’s party!”

“Hell yeah! Best way to start Senior year, Party like rockstar bitches!” Whitney Shouts

“Whoop!” We were shouting while driving out of town towards Damien's mansion.

Tonight I am going to a party, get wet and have fun!