Dawn, Ana Fuentes [13 inch ebook reader .TXT] 📗

I’m sitting in my bed listening to music. To be honest I am beyond bored right know. It’s a Saturday afternoon and I’m spending it with Kate.
I know we can have fun, we can watch a movie or do prank calls.
But no.
Thing is, all she’s talking about is her date.
And it’s getting B-O-R-I-N-G.
I hear “waiter” and “sweaty hands” in one of her sentences. But I let it slide by. To be honest I don’t really care about her first date.
I mean it sucks that I cant contribute in the stories. Due to the fact that I haven’t been in my first date yet. No boy has asked me. Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me.
Is there a type of sign that says “this girl is no good”?
Why is it that guys just look past me?
Why is it that Vic just looks past me?
I mean, what does a girl have to do to attract male attention?
To be more precise in what I want.
What do I have to do to attract Vic’s attention?
Gah! This is tormenting! I’m getting tired of just thinking about Vic.
I feel like my head is going to explode. Not to mention hearing Kate talk on and on about her date is getting annoying.
Fuuuck I need to end this now.
“Okay I get it.” I snap, with much more force than I mean to. Instantly I feel bad, and I open my mouth to apologize.
But the reaction I get from Kate is not what I expect. Instead of her being sad, she gets mad. Her eyes turn into slits and her lips thin into a small line.
As I’m about to say “sorry” she stands up abruptly. Making me look at her in confusion.
Uhhh okay. I just said I get it, no need to get pissed.
“Dude what the fuck?” she asks me. Her hands on her hips.
I roll my eyes, and let out an annoyed sigh.
“I’m sorry, I’m just not in the mood to hear about your first date, I guess I’m just grumpy today” I say laying down in my bed and propping my elbows up so I can look at Kate.
“Yeah you sure sound sorry” she replies sarcastically.
I pull myself up and get into a sitting position.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask her.
“Typical you Dawn” she says with disgust in her voice.
“What the fuck Kate?” I ask, shocked at what is unfolding around me.
Kate just glares at.
“Okay, don’t answer my damn question” I snap getting up and standing up so I can face her.
“Like I said, Typical you Dawn” she sneers.
“Kate what the fuck!?” I yell. “Why are you so damn pissed at me!?”
She glares at me, “Ohh, so I started it?” she questions.
I give her a duh face.
“Uh last time I checked YOU were all bragging on and on about your date” I say. “How the “waiter” had a “sweaty” hand”
Kate gives me an astonished look. As if I did something wrong.
“God, what now!” I exclaim.
“Wow” she says. “Simply wow”
I shoot her a confused look.
“I wonder what more important thing was going on in that head of yours Dawn” she taunts.
My eyebrows knit in confusion, “Excuse me” I gasp.
She smiles evilly at me, “Let me guess, you were probably thinking about Vic” she begins.
I cross my arms over my chest, “So what if I was” I say.
Kate lets out a laugh.
“Like I said before Typical You Dawn” she hisses.
“Oh so Typical Me? How is it MY fault that I was getting annoyed about YOUR story shit?” I begin, “So what if thinking about Vic was WAY more important to me? So what? In the end it was all TYPICAL ME”
“And you think I care about your fairytale’s about Vic? About how he doesn’t even look at you in school. About how much you “Love Him” and he doesn’t love you back?” she snaps.
What she says hits me. I feel like a ton of bricks fell on top of me and I was able to do nothing about it. Just stay still and let the impact happen.
I told her that in times of weakness. When I was feeling fragile and I thought getting the feelings out of my chest would help. But no. Here she is, using what I told her against me.
True Friend.
I bite my lip to keep it from trembling, “Get out” I say.
Kate shoots me a surprised look, “Wow!” she says “Just do what you always do. Run away from your problems Dawn”
“Get the fuck out!” I scream.
“You know something Dawn I’m getting tired of this” Kate snaps, “All you do is complain and complain about your life. How your mom “hates you”, how you have “no life”, how you never get to do anything you want, and Oh don’t get me started on how no boys ask you out! Well no wonder no guys ask you out! You’re a drama starter, and a self-centered bitch that only cares about herself. Because when it comes to you-”
I gasp at what she said. Anger fills up my blood, and I take a step toward Kate.
“Oh shut up!” I yell getting mad once again “It’s not like YOU are any better? Do you know how fucken annoying it is to hear you talk about your boyfriend Chris?”
Her face goes red, and she shoots me a stare that can kill a lion.
“Don’t you dare” she growls.
“Ohmygod! Like OMG! You guys are soooo not gonna believe what Chris said to me last night.” I say in a high pitched voice trying to imitate Kate.
I see her hands clench into fists and for a second I think I took it too far.
Oh shit.
“Oh and shall we try you?” she asks me, her voice filled with poison.
“Fuuuuck my life sucks! I asked my fucken mom if I could go take a walk outside and she fucken said no. Why does the world hate me so much!?” she says trying to imitate me.
And my I say she failed horribly.
This time its my turn to clench my fists, and shot her a look.
“Fuck you Kate! I don’t care about how the hell you think I am. You’re a fucken cunt, and I never want to see your face again!! So get the FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!” I scream.
By now my breathing is all ragged, and the room feels like its beyond 100 degrees.
I see pain flash across her eyes, and in that moment I wish I was able to go back in time. Back to the old days, back when there was no drama in our lives. Back to when we were best friends.
Back to when we were Dawn and Kate. Best friends forever.
“Gladly” she says, her lip quivering. She picks up her bag of my bed, and turns her back to me.
And I watch her walk away. She walks out my room and slams the door with a loud thump.
“Whatever Kate” I say as the tears begin. Sliding down my face. More and more each second.

******

“Dawn!! Wake up already!” someone screams.
I open my eyes and yawn. That someone was my mom. I roll around in bed, looking for another position. Once I find it I close my eyes again.
Ahh, it feels so good to sleep in.
I soon find myself imagining Vic kissing me. The way his lips would feel oh so soft against mine. The way his straight long hair would be so silky smooth when I ran my fingers through it.
The way he would whisper I Love You Dawn.
KNOCK KNOCK
The knocking forces me to open my eyes. But what really stinks is that it ends my fantasy about Vic.
“What now mooooooom?” I groan. I switch positions on my bed so I’m looking at the door.
Any second now. Any second, my mom will barge inside my room.
Five seconds later as I predicted my mom open the door. And barges in.
“Goddammit Dawn I told you to wake up” she fumes.
I roll my eyes and stare at her. My mom, my dear mom. 5 foot 7. Light brown hair, with blond high lights. Wearing pink polka dots pajama bottoms and the red turtle neck sweater I gave her last year on her birthday. No one ever believes she’s my mom.
Heck, I don’t even believe she’s my mom. We’re two VERY different people.
Anyway aside from that, why is she wearing the turtle neck I gave her? Oh no, this usually means she has news I wont like.
God shoot me now.
I prop myself up on my elbows and raise my eyebrow at my mom.
“What now?” I question.
She stays frozen where she is, halfway between my door and my bed. She crosses her arms, and sighs.
“Get ready Dawn, and come down to the living room in half an hour” she explains and then turns around to leave.
This confuses me even more, why does she want me in the living room in 30 minutes? Is that were she’s planning on breaking “the news”.
“Uhhhhh, whhhhy?” I question her.
She turns around to face me, “Just do as I say” and then just like that she leaves closing the door behind her.
What the fuck just happened?
I lay back down in bed, and sigh. Gahh why is my mom so confusing! God I swear she drives me nuts sometimes.
I turn to face my alarm clock. Its 9:30 am. Way too early for me to be awake. Maybe I should take a nice short nap. 10 minutes of kissing Vic sounds nice.
I smile at that thought.
Vic, ahh how I love that boy.
Wait a second! You don’t even know who Vic is. Or who I am.
Shit I better make introductions and explanations fast.
Okay so where to start, maybe with my name. I’m Dawn Radke and I’m 14 years old. I live with my mom in Fort Bragg, California a two story house that has 4 rooms. Don’t ask me why there’s 4, I guess you can say my mom and dad were planning on having more children, but sadly that never happened.
You see my mom and dad got divorced two years ago. And now my mom has a boyfriend. Yay, not really. Anyway as I was saying, my parents got divorced because things weren’t working out. That simple. There was too much fights. Fights for no reason. I guess both of them were getting tired of it so they decided to put an end to it.
And so they did. They filed for a divorce, and my dad moved out. Leaving me alone with my mom.
To be honest, I don’t even know from my dad anymore. Since that last day, the day he moved out. I haven’t spoken to him, its sad, but truth is I don’t mind. Well not that much. I mean I miss him. Of course I do, he’s my father.
My daddy.
I let out a sigh, and run my hand through my dark brown hair.
I need a kiss from Vic. Yep that would wake me up.
I grin at that thought.
Vic Fling. Hottest boy in 9th grade. With his dark brown hair, and deep blue eyes. And his killer smile. He’s every girls dream.
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