Black Butterfly

School Time

Authors Note: A picture of Jasmine

This is it. I can do this. I've been doing it for the past eight years of my life. All I have to do is just decide which side it should be on. Standing in front of my full length mirror and trying to work a miracle on this stuff I call hair. Yesterday was the longest day of my life and it wore me out. I didn't even have time to cover my hair before I went to sleep. So this is why I am currently in the mirror trying to decide on a hair style. After five minutes of going over different hair styles, I decided on a side bang with the rest just hanging down.

After that I put on my required uniform which was just a simple white collard shirt and khaki pants. I put on my black and white converse, grabbed my bag, and headed out the door.

Have you ever been on a bus full of teenagers. If you haven't I wouldn't recommend it. There is nothing more frustrating than a bunch of adolescents grouped together in one area. And to make it worse I have no one on the bus to talk to. So not only am I the only girl with no one to talk to, I have to listen to a bunch of kids talk and laugh with their friends......how unfair. I know I'm starting to sound like a whinny child but hey I'm only 17 get over it. I got on the bus and put my head phones in. I jammed out to Maroon 5 all the way to school.

Getting off the bus for the first day of school,  was like your first trip to the zoo. Not saying that the students looked like animals eventhough some of them do look like they belong in the state zoo. But let's not get into that. My school is your typical high school. I know I know how cliché does that sound but its true. In the center of it all you have your cool kids. The ones that are beyond gorgeous and they know it. Then you have your jocks. That's right jocks and popular kids are two different groups that often cross paths. That group is filled with your strong, athletic, not as gorgeous as the popular group but pretty hot, cool kids. Some of the jocks are typically cool with everyone but you do have your few that think they are better than you. Next is your future congressmen and presidents group.  Basically they run the student office and debate team. Fourth, you have your stoners and skaters, the ones that think they are cool because they smoke and skate but really are slackers and already have ruined their futures. Fifth, are the nerds a.k.a your smart kids. Lastly but certainly not least you have my group. The normal kids. The ones that don't belong to any group and basically blend in with the crowd. You would usually find them hanging around the trees but this morning I got a text to meet my best friend at my locker.

My best friend. That on its own deserves a book. That's just how hard it is to put a simple discription on her. I can start with her name though, its Jasmine Johnson. I call her either Jay Jay or Jas. Jas is a bubbly, sarcastic, energetic, intelligent, and cool person. She has her own unique style and isn't afraid to speak her mind. She is the ying to my yang, the peanut to my jelly, the dog to my skillet biscuit. She is my ride or die;my do or die. Not only is she basically my everything she is beautiful also. She is tall, brown skin, with curly hair, big light brown eyes, and a smile that could make the meanest person smirk.

Speaking of her smile that's the first thing I see when I walked up to my locker. She was jumping up and down excitedly clapping like she had something important to tell me. Did I forget to mention she is a huge gossip. She snatched up my arm and dragged me in for a hug. I happily hugged her back and pulled away from her embrace. Before I could say anything her mouth was already running a thousand miles a minute. I put my hands up and said,"slow down, and repeat what you just said because the only thing I heard was new." She took a deep breath and said,"ok so we have a new student. A new senior student. A new senior male student. A new senior male totally available and completely hot student." The look I gave her could only be describe as a I could care less look. Which looked liked it hurt her feelings if I was reading her facial expression right. So me being the good best friend that I am comforted her. I put my hand on her arm and started rubbing it,"awww did I hurt the wittle baby feelings." She smacked my hand away and gave me the universal sign for fuck you. I laughed and started to go into my locker. She leaned in closer," I heard he's Irish." I raised my eye brows and turned back towards her,"really, and who are your sources." She smiled and winked at me,"see you in first period." Stomping my foot I called out to her but she kept walking. "I'll just have to find out myself," I thought to myself.