Bad Girl Art Club

How the f**k can a mouse meow?

"You i***t!" My mother shouted. And I screamed.

From that moment I knew I had to run to save my life. For some reasons I felt like Jerry at that Tom and Jerry cartoon show. All I could think in those moments was to get as fast as I could in my room and lock myself there. After all I need my life to... Well... Be alive.

As soon as I was in my room, I locked the door, as my mother started to punch it hard screaming. "You will kill me one day."

I knew I shouldn"t say anything, or if I had to, I had to apologize to her, but I couldn"t help it. I"m such a bad kid. "That"s the God"s job, mom. Not mine." She screamed frustrated and left.

I actually felt bad for making my mother like this. She has enough problems to deal with, and me causing more, wasn"t any big help to her from my side. But what could I do? I had to entertain myself with something. It"s not my fault, what I find entertaining, gets me into troubles. I didn"t have any friends, since I change schools like they were socks. And I didn"t have a boyfriend... Never had one... Never liked one... Never kissed one...

Even though that guy...

We"re not thinking about him, Nyssa.

I shook my head and lied down on my bed, feeling tired. It wasn"t an uneventful day. It was my first day of school. I fought with the b***h of the school. Painted her with red. Painted the principal with blue paint. Got expelled. Spray painted the principal"s car. Got arrested. Made my mother win a ticket to the asylum... Like I said... It wasn"t uneventful.

I need to rest. After all... even though I ashamed admit that I kind of enjoyed all of these, it got me tired. The Trouble Master needs sleep as well...

***

Some noises coming from the kitchen woke me up. Why can"t this woman never cook without breaking anything?

I covered my head with the blankets and turned on the other side. And that"s when I heard my mother scream. Slowly, frowning, I got up from the bed and walked outside my room. Why would a woman scream like a maniac in such a beautiful morning like this?

And the moment I stepped in the kitchen I figured that out... By joining her screams. "MOUSE!!!!" I got on the top of the table, where my mother was standing. And like the heart breaking moment it was we hugged the life out of each other as I was sure she made me deaf by screaming in my ear. Let"s just say I returned her the favour.

With her eyes closed, she was trying to hit the mouse with a broom she had in her hands. But since her eyes were closed, she was hitting everything but the mouse.

Like I said.... A beautiful morning. Lucky me.

Note the sarcasm.

"Kill it, woman!" I shouted. For sure I know, my voice will be gone by the end of the day.

"I"M TRYING!!!"

I opened one eye to see that the mouse was coming towards the table we were on, and that was enough to make me scream more, which made mom scream more too, even though she didn"t know the reason. It"s like a human thing, I think. When you scream, the others will scream too, just because you screamed without knowing the reason... A weird fact about human beings.

Something warm touched my bare foot and I went crazy. Like really crazy. My first reaction was to scream and kick the thing. And everything was alright, if you can call alright a mouse touching your foot. But the mouse... Meowed. How the f**k can a mouse meow?

Confused I opened my eyes to see my poor cat running away like a crazy monkey getting out of the box. Apparently my precious but poor cat had caught the mouse and came to me to get her prize or whatever. But I couldn"t see the cat running away. Where is my cat? Where is Shadow?

"Meow!" Slowly I raised my head up to see Shadow stuck on the shade, hanging there for her dare life. Strange if you ask me because, cats always fall on their feet.

"Why did you kick Shadow?" My mother got off the table looking at me angry.

"Because I thought it was the mouse." I explained getting off the table as well. But the moment my foot touched the ground it stepped on something warm and small, and... "The f**k!" I screamed as I started to jump up and down feeling like puking as I still couldn"t believe I just stepped on the f*****g dead mouse. "EWWWWWWW! EWWWWWWW! OH MY GOD! EWWWWWWW!" And then I puked.

Sue me if you want but I freaking stepped on a dead body of a mouse. If that isn"t disgusting I don"t know what is.

***

After the stepped-on-a-dead-mouse-body thing, I couldn"t be myself anymore. I was pale the half of the time, and the other time when my mind decided on repeating the scene in my mind, I was puking.

"Stop overreacting!" My mother said. I raised my head to see her holding Shadow on her arms in a protective manner. We had a big time trying to get that cat off the shade. And after we finally did, it would growl at me all the time. It is a cat for f**k"s sake. How can it growl? "You just stepped on a dead mouse." My mother smiled at me as I took the bin in my hands again and puked in it AGAIN.

"You love watching me suffer, don"t you?" I glared at her as she kept that smile on her face.

"Like you love watching me suffer." She said and I frowned.

"You can"t still be mad with me because of that." I threw my arms in the air as my mother glared at me.

"It was your sixth school Nyssa!!!"

"Yes I know how to count." I rolled my eyes as hers almost lit the fire on me.

"Lucky for that. You have spent more time in prison than school. What are you going to do with your life? Do you at least have that figured out?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on my face. "I think I will work as a prostitute. It makes a lot of money, and you get a lot of pleasure from it. I mean s*x? Ohhh... Can"t wait till then."

My mother glared at me and for a moment I thought she would slap me, but thankfully she didn"t. She just glared at me and then.... Left.

A tired sigh left my mouth. She was trying hard to make me a good person with a bright future. But who was she kidding with? I am a bad girl and unfortunately I like being like that. Of course I didn"t mean the prostitute thing. That is just EWWWWWWW. But getting in troubles was my specialty. And life made sure to give me a thousand reasons to get into troubles.

Slowly I got up and went in my room.

The truth was that I didn"t know what to do with me life...

My phone vibrated making me turn my head to it and take it in my hands. It was a message from an unregistered number.

Hi!

Who are you? I have guns. I typed and sent some guns emoji"s. But unluckily those guns looked like more like water guns. The luck I have.

Hahahahahaha. Water guns? I"m scared.

Who are you? I typed again getting annoyed.

You don"t know me? Can"t you remember me?

My heart raced.

It"s not him you i***t.

Sorry to ruin your dreams but not. Who are you?

You"re Nyssa right? That beautiful girl with her hair dyed in red. With those emerald eyes.

It was dark right? How could he know my eye colour? Could he? Is it him? OH MY GOD!

IT"S NOT HIM!!!

Tell me who you are or f**k off dude.

I"m Adrien from New York.

And I am not interested. Bye.

I don"t know his name... So it could be him or not...

Who cares? Where was I? Oh yeah. I was thinking about my pitiful life. Like I was thinking. I had no idea what I was...

And the phone rang. UGH! Seriously?

I took it in my hand again to see the contacts picture. It was my cousin. Joe. "What?" Being polite was off my list right now.

"I"m Adrien from New York." Was the first thing I heard.

"You"re an ass." I said trying to brush and actually kick and punch that disappointment feeling I had in me. It was stupid. So... Shooooooo! Shoooooo!

"You got kicked out of the school again didn"t you?" I could sense the i***t smirking. Ignorant.

"How do you know?"

"Your mother called mine to tell her what a huge failure you are." I should have felt hurt from my mother"s words. But weirdly I wasn"t.

"Ehh! It sounds like her."

"I heard them talking about a new school..." I had to shut down the phone, as my mother burst in the room.

"You got in!"

"I have been in here for an half a hour mom." I frowned at her confused. She rolled her eyes at me.

"No you silly." The fake English accent she tried made me want to puke again.

"Why are you trying to talk like an English? "trying" the key word." Today is that day I have earned more glares than I could ever earn in my life. Braking an other record here people.

"Because the school YOU got in is in ENGLAND." She clapped her hands while jumping up and down like a little kid. Sometimes I wonder who is the grown up in this house. Because I"m not, and she seems to don"t be either.

"Very funny mom. You are so funny." A small laugh left my mouth. She was kidding. Right? Right? No?

"F. B. T. G."

"English please." And the five hundred glare goes to..... Nyssa!!!!

"From Bad To Good High School for bad teenagers who don"t know what to do with their messed up lives, which is more spent in the prison." Her voice took that tone people use in commercials. Me on the other side was left confused and pissed off while staring at my mother as she had gone crazy.

"Aka a military school." I shouted when she stopped talking. "Are you out of your mind? I"m not going in a military school on the other side of the world."