PROLOGUE
It was freshman year. It was very nerve wracking, sitting in class with all different age groups. I took advanced classes. So it made me look like a nerd, or a book freak. A lot of my friends didn’t know how I was in any advanced classes. I nearly failed my eight grade year, due to a slack of care for anything, and a slack for achievement. I really didn’t care about any of that. I was always considered a slacker. None of my teachers ever liked me, and they all would talk and say I would fail. They didn’t want to see me go anywhere in life. I didn’t quite understand why. They were my teacher. They should want me to move on and get good grades so they wouldn’t have to deal with my ass for another year. I got tired of the bitching anyways.
I didn’t do well with stress. I didn’t do well with drama, anger, and being told no. I was 15 for Christ sake. I had boys on my mind. I had a social life, and a LIFE I wanted to live. I was just becoming a teenager, and hit mood swings. I didn’t understand the perpetual stress I was under. The constant nagging of teachers drove me up a wall. I thought about smoking, I got around; I guess you could say when I was depressed I was slutty. Sex is good. It’s fun, it feels good, and it’s a way to take your mind off of things. It’s a stress reliever, especially when your home life absolutely sucked. My parents would always fight, and get into brawls. The neighbors would call the police. My parents had a restraining order, but refused to get a divorce. Only god knows why. My family was the center of gossip. At school, at the mall, at a tanning salon, basically anywhere in public… you heard about the damn drama at home. I achieved in school because my aunt was a college graduate and her major was high school education. Which was a great thing considering my home life wasn’t a good environment for me. When I moved in with my aunt was really when I started to mellow out, and lay off all the late night booty calls and focus more on my school work. It was best for me. I would always tell myself that maybe my parents fighting was to the best of my benefit. I could go to my aunts whenever I felt like I needed to. She really helped me achieve. It was nice to have at least one god damn person I could count on. She made me feel like I was worth so much more than I was.
CHAPTER ONE
I was sitting in class, day dreaming about getting away from all the bullshit at home. When I heard the teacher saying my name with a very aggressive tone, I jumped up. All the senior boys, and snobby, preppy little bitches were laughing. In a quiet manner, but still loud enough to were you could tell people were laughing. Sometimes I just didn’t understand why I even tried. Why couldn’t I just be with my own age group of kids? My teachers expected so much out of me it was outrageous. I was expected to write long papers for stuff I knew I would never even use. I was expected to do trigonometry when I could barely pass Algebra I. I didn’t understand. They pushed me so much. I needed a break. Honestly. For a good couple months I thought about dropping out of high school, getting my GED on my own time, and doing something with my life. I would work at my own pace, and I would achieve what I thought I could. I had completely forgot about boys, my social life, and my alone time. All of that was kissed and thrown out the window. If I was going to pass, and attempt to graduate high school early then I needed to stay focused. My mind couldn’t wander in thirty-nine different places at one time. It just couldn’t.
