What If

8

" Hey...!"

I stopped. I dont have to turn around to know who's calling me. The voice is so familiar. I roll my eyes and started to walk. Not bothered.

"Hey, you! I'm calling you..!" In a swift motion the voice is on my back.

" Yeah?" I turned to look up. Raised eyebrow.

" Where's momma..?" The high pitched sister of mine is standing right in front of me. Wearing a halter top and a mini skirt. Revealing her flawless thighs and shoulders. Her dark hair curled, hanging down on her back that you would have thought she's attending a party and not a school. And she even look worst than the girl we saw early this morning in the campus front stairs.

I frowned and put a sour face. How the hell she even managed to look like a slut than a student. Janice is just fifteen years old. But she look so older than me because of too much make up everyday.

" What..?"

"Don't tell me your gonna lecture 'bout mah' dress. Poor Jenny, she wanna cry coz' her sistah' much prettier than her.."

She annoyingly said, mimicking baby's voice that all I could think of is to bump her head on the floor.

I couln't help but groaned in laughter. I just stood there laughing until I saw her face turns red in anger. Then I slowly walks away, still humming. Sometimes, my sister is just psychotic. And it's just so funny.

I don't see her following. And decided to just continue walking on to my first period.

World history was among my favorite subject. And missing it's classes really breaks my heart. I happen to love knowing the country's origin and all about their cultures and beliefs. And today, we will discuss how the Hundred Years War begins. And in which France and England struggle for dominance in Western Europe.

As I entered the room, I spoted my friends Miley and Fiona on the back. They were so busy talking that they didn't notice me standing in their front. And Im pretty sure the topic was all about this boy whom Fiona had always mention for the past two weeks. I heard that he's a senior student at Milton High School. A private school in Hershey and one of our rivals when it comes to academics and sports. He's British and they just transferred Hershey a month ago. I just heard a lot about him but never saw him. Not that I'm interested seeing him anyways. With Fiona's taste of cute guys, I'm sure that we're expecting to see a party goer and a playboy. I cough a little to let them know my presence.

" And her comes Ms.. Nerdy. " I heard Fionas lovely voice. She's the singer among the three of us. And Miles was the sporty. While Im the studius, the writer and the nerd type as what they calls me.

" Yeah.. Whatever." I rolled my eyes and sit on the chair beside her. I place my bag on the table and grab my notes for History.

" Talking cute boys again on your first class? How pathetic." I say, nonchalantly. I was used to hearing their giggles when cute guys passed. And it's not that big of a deal for me. They were my friends since kindergarten. And they were the only people who knew the real Jennifer Smith.