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Chap. 1- Tik Tok


Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door
I'm gonna hit this city
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Because when I leave for the night I ain't coming back

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ , blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight til we see the sunlight
Tik Tok on the clock
But the party dont stop, no



I groaned, as my stiff back creaked n protest. I was lying on something hard but curvy. I opened my eyes, and i instantly closed my eyes as the sunlight pierced my vision. I waited a little bit and slowly opened my eyes again.
Do you know that feeling when you first move in a house and when you first wake up, you don't know where you are? That feeling was what I was feeling now: confusion.
I was in a bathroom, with a white sink that seemed to be filled with streamers and confetti. The blue toilet had what looked like sliced guava on it. In the corner, was a thick stinky liquid that was a sickly orange. Yuck.
I was in the bathtub, with bottles of liquor surrounding me.
Images of last night's party flooded my mind so quickly that I just got a headache thinking about it. Me dancing on the table, me falling off the table, my crush catching me and giving me a wry smile before resuming grinding against Tara Parkes, the most popular girl in school. I remember the sadness and anger washing over me. I remember drinking my problems away and going to the bathroom to throw up but did it inn the corner instead. Tiredness watching over me and sleeping in the bath tub.
I slowly got up and went to the mirror, checking to see if anybody (Tara Parkes) did the classic face drawing.
i sighed in relief and checked my out. I had medium chestnut brown hair that had came to my shoulders. I had ebony skin that was clear with little bumps on my face but thats it. I wore shorts with a black cami over a dark purple velvet short sleeve shirt with my combat boots.
Or one combat boot. Crap.
I turned around, like a dog chasing it's own tail. Where the hell was my boot?
My thoughts turned to the memory of throwing my combat boot up in the air for fun and its lace catching in the ceiling fan. How =great.
I peeked out the door. My grey eyes looking around before diving out the bathroom.
The bathroom was on the second level of the house. Suprisingly the second level was clean except for the plant in the corner that had been mummified.
I slowly went downstairs, hoping that nobody was down there.

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Publication Date: 01-06-2012

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