low tides

chapter one

TW: cussing, mentions of drugs, talk about death

"DON'T BE FOOLED ROCKS THAT I GOT. I'M STILL, I'M STILL JENNY FROM THE BLOCK" 

"Shit, shit." I'd say struggling to open my locker, trying to get my lunch bag since I don't eat the nasty cafeteria food, All of a sudden I felt someone tap my shoulder with pointy sharp nails, I turned around and to my surprise, it was Joan. "Hey, Joan." I greeted kinda of startled. Joan has been my best friend ever since freshman year, she'd usually wear a white top with some low-rise jeans, she'd only worn a reddish-brown lipliner with mascara but still looked gorgeous. "Heyy, You wanna eat outside today? The lunch room is crowded and it smells." She'd say leaning on the lockers. "Yeah sure, just let me get my lunch bag." I'd say going back to my locker as she waits. Once I got it open, I got my bag and followed Joan to the courtyard outside. We both looked around for a good spot outside since it was January and it was cold as fuck, But eventually, we found a spot under the tree.

"So, how are you holding up after Emma?" Joan asked concerned, before taking a bite of her lunch. "I'm..doing okay not great." I'd say before eating my sandwich. "That's good, it's sad she had to go out like that. She was like Harvard smart" She'd say taking more bites of her food, "Yeah. She was a good person." I'd say quietly as I continued to eat my food, Emma died in a car crash just last week and it's been hard but I've been pushing through it. She's in a better place now but I wish she was still here right now like physically. It's just been rough lately that's all I can say for now. "Do you like smell that?" Joan asked, getting a whiff of a stench. "Yeah, it's weed." I agreed also getting a whiff of the smell. "Why are people smoking weed while people are eating it's gross!" Joan annoyed, looked over to find the culprits. "Oh, it's your little bestie." Joan is snarky looking over at Ryn and his friend group blazing it up, cussing, yelling, and laughing. "I mean, if they wanna smoke it's their life, not ours," I stated, looking at my watch. "I need to go Mr. Giovanni's class is about to start." I'd say getting up and packing my lunch "Okay, I'll see you 8th-period chica!" Joan exclaimed as she gave me a big hug. "See you, girl." I'd say before waking off.

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Today in history we're learning about The French Revolution and how it affected all the other revolutions after that. I was writing down what Mr. Giovanni was talking about until I felt another tap on my shoulder, this time it felt softer than how Joan tapped me so I knew who it was "Hey uh, do you know what he's talking about?" Ryn whispered in my ear as I looked over a little bit. "He's talking about The French Revolution," I said going back to my notes. "Can-can you like to give me the notes after school?" Ryn asked playing with his fingers, I nodded before I started paying attention again to the class. Me and Ryn's relationship is pretty complicated, we've been friends ever since middle school, and everyone around me usually wonders why I'm friends with someone like him, he skips class, is a stoner, goes partying, and even the club, can be a very mean person even if you take one breath, plus he's known to be "getting around" at school, And to add he has a kid of his own. But oddly he's not like that with me, he never has been. For some reason, he's really nice to me and very awkward too but I don't mind that, I am cautious when it comes to his feelings since he had a very rough childhood when he was younger, but that's a whole other story for a different day.

"Pst, Ryn can you give me a pen?" A guy behind asked Ryn politely, "Fucking ask someone else, not me." Ryn said in a nasty tone as quietly as he could because he didn't want to get detention again, as he was trying to focus in class. "You don't have to be a dick about it." The guy mumbled under his breath but made it loud enough so Ryn could hear. Ryn flipped him off before going back to the lesson.

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After school, I usually walk home because public transportation here in NYC quite literally frightens me. Once I reached my house, I opened the door with my keys and I walked into my brownstone in The Bronx. "Dad! I'm home!!" I exclaimed as loudly as I could so he'd know I got home safely. "Hey, sweetie." My dad came over and greeted me with a kiss on the forehead. "How was school?" My dad asked as he reorganized the shoes by our front door. "It was okay, by the way, Ryn's coming over just to look at history notes," I started taking my coat off and putting it on the hanger. "You still hanging out with that boy?" My dad says in a rude tone as he gets up to look at me. "Yeah, Dad we've been friends since 7th grade.." I answered going to sit on the couch as the conversation followed to the living room. "You do know that boy is no good? I don't think he's a good friend to hang around with, I don't want you to get caught up in his mess." My dad sat down concerned. "Dad, I know what he does and I tell him I don't want to do those types of things and he's not going to peer pressure me into doing molly," I answered, reaching for the remote. "Alright. Just be careful around him alright?" My dad put his hand out waiting for my response, "Yeah I will pop." I'd say shaking his hand as some sort of promise he wants me to keep.