The Coach's Daughter

I groaned as I felt something fuzzy rub across my face. "What the hell..." I swatted at whatever it was. "Go away." I spat. "Reeowww?" I opened my eyes and let out a growl. "Pumpkin you're going to die. I'm going to starve you." She replied with a nudge and rub, leaving a trail of burnt orange hair across my face. "I should give you away, I'm allergic too you and this is how you treat me."

I pushed off my covers and slowly sat up. I have never been a morning person. As she jumped off my bed, my eyes followed. "Oh my god." At this point in time, I became morning person once my eyes read 8:07. My first class was at 8:30. "Sound the alarm pumpkin and get outta my way!" I screeched, leaping out of bed.

When I had finally made it out of my apartment and into my vehicle, I looked in the mirror. It was bad. Really bad. My lioness chestnut hair had lazily pulled up into messy bun, but surprising my makeup looked fine. I wasn't into any certain look, especially the Barbie look, so my makeup was simple. A little black eyeliner on top, a smear of light pink lipstick and I was good to go. I quickly buckled up, and backed out of my complex's driveway and off I went.

I didn't make it far before traffic kicked in. I viscously tapped at my steering wheel and clenched my jaw, a bad habit that ending with me having a retainer. I looked out the window, only to see miles of traffic. I took the next exit in hopes of taking some back ways, to shorten my already late journey. But again, the universe decided that I was not going to make it to class.

I turned down a few streets, but was now blocked. I stared ahead, slightly considered at what I saw. I was raised in the country, so it wasn't too uncommon, but in St. Louis, it was. I sat uncomfortably for what seemed like forever.

Was I suppose to honk at the man peeing on the side of the road, or try to squeeze past him? I couldn't do either; my truck was too wide and what if he turned around? I stared at his car, he had Canadian license plate on a silver foreign car. If he had money why couldn't he have pulled over at a QT? Why was he pissing on a city street? And why was weird music blasting out of his car?

"Is that Momma Mia?" I blurted too loud. My air conditioner didn't work so my windows were always down. In this instant, I regretted not spending $200 to fix it.

The dark haired man turned around, his face as red as a cherry and a grin of horror lighting his face. I couldn't help but laugh as he tried not to urinate on his shoes. I covered my eyes and barely peeked to see him wave in embarrassment. When he got back in his car, he shut his seatbelt outside of the door and again waved in apologizes.

I couldn't help but feel bad for him, it was a completely awkward moment, but then again why was he peeing in the middle of the road? I laughed to myself, and smiled as he finally turned a corner and sped off.

I wasn't a morning person, but I was now fully awake. And slightly horrified.

Notes

I'm sorry it is so short! If I kept on going it would of been weird to break it up in certain places. However the second chapter should be lengthy and a lot better. I still have not found a beta, so sorry for any mistakes. Stick around for the next chapter, it only gets more interesting!