*ding *ding *ding "Ugh." Jalyn groans, but sits up to turn off her alarm clock. She gets her clothes together and takes a shower. Then she gets dressed in a outfit that she thinks suits her for the first day of school.
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She runs downstairs and grabs the keys to her mom's car. "Hey, how about I take you today?" Her mom says. "Really? You don't usually do this." She responds. "Eh, it's fine. Plus, I have errands to run later anyway." Jalyn looks her mom up and down. Then hands her the keys. "Ok, I guess." "Alrighty, let's get this show on the road." She grabs her bag and then heads out the door... "Hey, mom can I pick the music on the way?" "Nope." "Aw, how come?" She asked. "Because I'm gonna pick the music." Her mom grinned. "Oh no." Jalyn said. "My music isn't that bad." "Sure." She started playing I'll take yo man- city girls. "Mom! What is this?" Jalyn asked. "You mean to tell me that you don't know this song?" "Of course I do, but what do YOU know about it?" "I know about a lot of music you listen to ok, I am not that old." Her mom responded. "Shoot, ok then." She sang the song with her mom the rest of the way to school. When they arrived, Jalyn got out and shut the door. Her mom rolled down the window. "Bye I love you!" She yelled. "Mom!" Jalyn yelled back. "Say it!" Her mom said. She walked up to the car, "Fine, I love you." Her mom drove away. She walked into the school with the other students hoping no one saw what just happened. "I'm so excited, aren't you so excited?" A girl next to her asked. 'no tf' "Sure." She responded and rolled her eyes. -------------------------
She got handed her schedule by the staff and headed towards her locker. She put her books and stuff in there and headed toward her first period. Spanish. She sat down in the back of the class because she did not want to get asked ANYTHING about herself. She turned to put her bag on the back of her chair. She turned back around to find the face of the girl who was next to her entering the school. "Hi." She said. "Hey." Jalyn said, creeped out. "What's your name?" The girl asked. "Porrrnesian Parrrapio." Jalyn laughed to herself. "That's definitely not your name." The girl said. "Yeah, it's a j- nevermind." Jalyn said and sighed. "What's yours?" She said instead. "Oh, my name's Lya." "Hola clase!" The teacher said. "Hola." The class responded. "Como estas?" The teacher asked. "Huh?" Jalyn said to herself. "¿Estoy bien y tú?" Lya said to the teacher. "Muy buena, gracias." "Bueno." Lya turned back to her desk. "You speak spanish?" Jalyn asked. "Sì, my mom is columbian and my dad is mexican." Lya said. "Then why are you in this class?" "Because I grew up in France." Lya smiled. Jalyn turned back to her desk. "Wow." She said. "May I ask why you are late young man?" The teacher asked a boy who walked in the door. "No, you may not." The boy said and headed to a seat by the window and put his hood on. 'wait, is that him again? Omg, so rude for what?' Jalyn thought.
