Changed For Who, Missy [black authors fiction txt] 📗

Chapter one-
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
“ What the hell man?” I groaned turning over in my bed. I hit my alarm which I didn’t even know I had on. Its Sunday for Christ sake!
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I threw the blankets off myself, and pulled my alarm clock out of the wall, and chucked it across the room, and fell back into my bed.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
“ Oh what the fudge man!” I yelled sitting up.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I looked around my room for the source of this annoying freaking noise.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I raised an eyebrow and sat up from the bed, and tried to listen for the noise.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
It’s coming from downstairs? There isn’t an alarm down stairs-
“ Shiz!” I jumped out of my bed, and ran out of my room. That’s the freaking fire alarm! I ran down the hall, and my foot reached the first stair, and I tripped over my own feet, and I went tumbling down the stairs. I laid at the bottom of the stairs, and I groan escaped my lips.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I sat up, and limped into the kitchen, and saw their was eggs, flour, toast, butter, and every morning food you could think of on the floors, table, walls, and ceiling?!? Ceiling really? Smoke was coming out of the toaster, and my older brother and his friends where trying to get the fire to stop with a towel by hitting it over and over again. The six idiots!
“Clay, Troy, Mark, Gabe, Joe, and Art!” I screamed through clenched teeth. They all looked up at me. I was standing in the doorway with a big Beatles shirt on, a pair of boxers, and my hair was sticking up everywhere.
“ Little sis, hey,” Clay smiled. I glared at him, and had my hands clenched into fists.
“ Clayton! I am sick for one day… I sleep in for just one day, and you and the five other idiots trash our kitchen!” I shrieked throwing my hands up in the air.
“ Come on Ty! We were just trying to cook you breakfast since you were sick,” Clay said sheepishly. I stood their staring at them, and then looked at the kitchen again, and sighed, and rubbed my temples.
“ You all are going to be the death of me,” I grumbled walking back up the stairs. I walked into my room, and slammed the door shut with my foot, and fell onto my bed. “ stupid little…” I sighed, and laid on my back looking up at my ceiling. I heard someone knocking on my door, and my head shot up, and I stared at the door. “ What?” I yelled.
“ Its Gabe,” I heard him say from the other side of the door. I sighed.
“ Come in,” I groaned. I sat up on my bed, and sat cross legged on the bed. Gabe came in with an stupid smile on his face. “ What’s up with the stupid smile?” I asked raising an eyebrow.
“ You exited to be a freshman at high school?” he asked.
“ Why must you remind me!” I groaned. Gabe started to laugh. Tomorrow is the first day of high school, and I will be a freshman… whoopee! Clay and his friends are already in their junior year, and I have a feeling they are going to make fun of me every day.
“ What are you thinking about?” Gabe asked.
“ H. E. double hockey sticks,” I grumbled.
“ Ha what?” he asked.
“ High school,” I sighed.
“ it’s not going to be that bad,” he laughed.
“ Well your popular, so its fine for you,” I mumbled falling back into my pillow.
“ People like you though… I mean your such a… n- nice person,” his voice cracked. I sat up and threw a pillow at his face.
“ Yeah that’s why I don’t have one freaking friend.”
“ You have friends.”
“ besides you and the guys?” I asked touching my chin.
“ Well… ugh….” He stopped. “ what about that Megan girl?” Gabe asked.
“ She was my last female friend.. which was in sixth grade, and I ended up breaking her arm, because she wouldn’t shut up. I don’t get along with girls!....” I stopped. “ Or guys, besides my brother and you guys… but then again I want to rip all your throats out half the time,” I sighed.
“ You’re a very violent little girl,” he said getting up.
“ Little girl?” I scoffed.
“ Yes I mean I am older than you,” he said pointing his nose in the air.
“ Oh my god your two years older than me! But guess what buddy I could kick your ass any day!” I said getting up off the bed.
“ Oh yeah?” he laughed. I walked over to him, and shoved my hands against his chest, and he stumbled out of my room, and I hit him over the side of his head.
“ yeah!” I said shutting my door. I shook my head, and walked over to my computer desk, and sat down on my chair, and turned on my laptop. “ Any new messages for me?” I laughed. I opened up internet explorer and looked at my yahoo messenger…. “ Nope!” I said popping the p. I turned away from the computer and started to go around in circles in the chair. going around and around and around… and then a ding erupted my spinning. I stopped and looked at my computer screen.
One new Message:
Football4life: Hey
Ty1201- Um… -.- Who is this?
I sat their looking at the screen. Football4life? I have no clue who that is. No one ever even instant messages me on yahoo unless it’s my brother and his idiotic friends. The computer beeped, and I looked up at the screen.
FootBall4life: Guess
Ty1201: I really don’t like guessing.. Soooo.. how about you just tell me?
Football4life: What would be the fun in that?
Ty1201: Just tell me your damn name buddy. Stop pissing me off.
Football4life: Wow.. short temper?
Ty1201: you honestly don’t want to find out.
Football4life: is that a threat?
Ty1201: only if you make it one o.o
Football4life: You never did like me tho, so if I tell you my name I know for a fact you will stop talking to me.
Ty1201: So I know you? Are you one of my brothers idiotic friends?
Football4life: Well I know of your brother, but am not friends with him. I am the same age as you, and we went to the same middle school, and we will both be freshman’s this year. Just give my name a guess.
Ty1201: You on football team?
Football4life: Obviously..
Ty1201: STFU. >:I
Football4life: Its Ryan you stupid asz.
I starred at the screen, and my fist where clenched. I hated Ryan.. Ryan Bell… he was the most popular guy in my school, and he always messed with me and made fun of me, because I am like a tomb boy. I wear big shirts, ripped up jeans, converse, messy bun, no makeup, I pretty much look like shit everyday but do I care? Nope. He likes to make my life a living hell.
Ty1201: Whatdya want bell?
Football4life: Come on Crutz you don’t hate me that much do you?
Ty1201: What. Do. You. Want?!?
Football4life: Just wanted to talk to an old friend. ;)
Ty1201: Don’t you fckin piss me off you stupid mofo.
Football4life: so mean… you hurt me.
Ty1201: Screw you bell.
Football4life: at least I am not a little dike. You should really try being a girl sometime..
Ty1201: what like you?
Football4life: aren’t we just a little joker huh?
Ty1201: of course.
Football4life: You know you want me.
Ty1201: I know I want to kill you. Your just an idiotic boy that can’t get any and you’re a ugly piece of poop, and your stupid, and I feel bad for your parents because they have to see your face every day. No wonder they need to wear glasses. Im surprised I don’t buy know.
Football4life: Your gonna regret that Ty Crutz
Ty1201: never Ryan Bell.
I logged off, and slammed my computer shut and I felt fume coming out of my ears. I stood up from my computer seat, and ran my hand into the wall.
“ DAMNIT!” I cried gripping my hand. That hurt. That freaking hurt! I jumped around my room holding my hand and biting my lip. I tripped over a pair of shoes that where on the ground and went face first into the floor. “ Ow,” I groaned laying there. I heard laughing and I looked up and saw my brother and all his friends standing at my door looking at me and they were laughing their asses off. I got up and a growl came from the back of my throat.
“ So! Hilarious!” Clay laughed. He had one hand on the door frame, because he was laughing so hard. i walked over to my dresser, and pulled out a bears shirt, pair of black skinny jeans, and I walked past the guys to go into the shower. I walked in and shut the door, and jumped in the shower and took a quick shower. I jumped out of the shower, and slipped on my clothes, and ran a brush through my hair, and let it fall down my back. I looked at my hair in the mirror. It was light golden brown and it was curly, and fell down my back. They were not nice curls either. They were all over the place, and messy. It totally said BED HEAD! I picked up my pajamas and put them in the hamper. I opened the door, and went to go step out and my foot landed on something and I went tumbling forward. I fell face first into the wooden floors, and laid there for a few minutes.
“ Aghh,” I groaned sitting up. I stood up and rubbed my nose, and looked down at the ground, and saw my skateboard? What the hell? That thing was in my closet. I picked it up, and sighed, and walked down the stairs. “ Who used my skateboard?” I called out. I walked into the front room, and everyone was sitting on the couch watching TV, and I glared at them. “ Like I said… Who used my skateboard?” I asked a little louder. They all looked at one another, and pointed towards one another. I sighed, and shook my head, and walked out of there. I slipped on my converse at the front door, and before I closed it I called out, “ I’ll be back later!”
“ Where are you going?” Clay asked getting up and walked over to the front door. I walked down the stairs, and I saw him standing their looking at me. I put my skateboard on the ground, and turned towards him.
“ Just gonna skate around… it’s not like I have any friends to go hang out with,” I smirked. Clay shook his head and sighed.
“ Got your phone?” he asked. I patted my back pocket, and nodded my head, and I put one foot on my skateboard, and I was gone.
“ See you later!” I called out while