Drama City : Ellie's story

**Highschool recap** "ALLEN" I yell at my brother. although he is older than me by 2 days less than a year, it is still my responsibility to get him up for the day and make sure we get to school. "ALLEN. ALLEN.ALLEN. IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN. WE HAVE TO GO IN 5 MINUTES." I yell as I rip the blankets off him. "WHAT THE HECK MAN!" He grogerly yells in return. "ugh, so annoying. he's the worst brother." I mutter to myself. He does to better himself. He only takes showers when I whip deodorant at him and tell him he smells like trash. There's no time for a shower today for him though, but my God he needs it. This is how we start every morning since highschool started. I'm 16 right now. Allen 17. My mom had us at 18 and 19 years of age. My old man, as I call him isn't actually my father he's the i***t who married my mother. Rob is quiet he just likes to gamble and bet but he also works three jobs. Mom, is very controlling. she is two faced, and a hypocrite. I can't say it to her otherwise I'll get grounded and stuff. I just roll my eyes when I can and mutter under my breath. we also have 2 cats, a kitten and a dog. mom is has tried to have my life planned out my whole life. you'll marry a mixed man who has mixed babies. and the girls name will be Nevaeh. Personally, I hated that name it's weird. There's a lot to unpack with my family. I, on the other hand. got a job at the donut shop a month after I turned 15. since that's the legal age to work a cash. to pay for things and have my own fridge. I'm not the prettiest or the smartest. I could be smart but I'm also super lazy. I'm not super in shape with abs, but I work really hard and usually walk,run, bike,and roller blade to work or school it's not far. but I'm fairly in shape I just don't try too hard. I usually sport random jeans, a band t, and a zipper hoodie and a beanie. I'm a bit of an OutKast so who cares what I look like. I leave my brother to get dressed and ready for school he didn't want to get up the first time I woke up so I left him at home. that's his problem. it's about -20C outside currently and I have only 5 minutes to get to school and in class. I already know I'm going to be late. I run across the small field past a row of houses and cross the main street. I wait patiently for cars to come to haunt during the morning traffic and cross the street accordingly. If I walk to the lights it adds an extra 10 minutes and it's cold. I also don't have the time for that. I walk briskly down the street to the school. It's downhill I run quickly to grab a chocolate milk and a cookie from the cafeteria. The guy at the register knows once I come in it's the end I'm always the last one. I pay and proceed to throw my stuff in my locker grabbing a random binder and I pocket a pencil I find on the floor on the way to class. "You're late again." my teacher says as I walk in. "Sorry." I say knowing that I'm not late enough to need to go to the office to get a late slip, unlike what Allen will have to do. I go to my desk wait for announcements and the anthem to finish before I take my seat. I breathe some fresh air as I know I escaped all the hallway glances from the other 600 students in the school ranging from grade 7-12. although, grades 7/8 have a different schedule and are kept in a separate part of the school which the older grades try to avoid. they only mingle with us for assemblies, and to walk to the gym or library and the school busses. as class ends I gather my stuff and head to the hallway. I won't be seeing my friends till about lunch time as they are all in the smart classes and I couldn't be bothered doing homework. I dont study and I get okay grades. I could do better if I applied myself but I don't. I would rather work and make money to go to concerts and buy pizza and go to the theaters. Asking for money is out of the question as my parents always claim they never have any. Mom has a shopping habit. Old man has his betting and going to the casino after work. As I enter my next class, I sit down watching the clock. This teacher I like he's funny. He always puts dad jokes or puns on the chalk board. He doesn't care if you're late or leave as long as you do your work. it's a pun today but also a dad joke. "what's a clock do if it's still hungry after eating?" he usually writes it down or says the answer. I'll answer this one later. "You're brother showing up today?" Mr. C asks like I'm going to have a different answer. I woke him up by ripping the blankets off of him then left so I wouldn't be too late.who knows if he made it, I tried." I shrug and then continued. "it goes back four seconds doesn't it Mr C". he nods and writes it down on the board. The bell rings indicating it's lunch time.