The Book of Random Shit we say in our Shitty Ass Chemistry Class

The shit we say.

Hey hope you like the first chapter!

      "Ugh" The alarm clock wails letting me know it's time to get up start another day of hell school. I tap the off button pull the covers off my body and feel myself trapped in cold air. Off to the bathroom I go feeling the soft carpet in between my toes.

        I wash my face to wake me up and clean my pores, curl my long blonde hair and brush some mascara around my blue eyes. I head to the closet where I put on a white shirt with yellow and gray floral accents, a black skirt, and dark gray over the knee socks. I grab my phone from my bedside table and start downstairs.

          On the way I pass Skylar and Ocean's room. Their my twelve year old sisters. They seem to be talking about some cute guy. Probably some new crush of Skylar's. Those girls are quite opposite for being identical twins. Skylar is popular and has tones of friends,where as Ocean has her small group of friends and is considered a nerd. I'm glad I'm the oldest because that means I can give them advice whenever they need it.

      I continue down the stairs into the kitchen and greet mother. She's making lunch for the kids. I join her to make my own and write a note for each of their boxes. "Where is Simon?" I ask. Mother answers "In his tree most lik...." "GOAT!!!" Mackenzie interrupts mother. I walk over to Mac and Jackson. They are my four year old brother and sister. Yeah my mother had a lot of kids. My father left us when he found out mom was pregnant with the second set of twins. He said he couldn't handle six children. I haven't seen him since but he sends birthday and Christmas cards. Apparently he moved to Rhode Island married a rich woman and had one kid there. "Morning kiddos how's it going? " I ask ruffling Jackson hair. " GOAT" Mac screams again. She usually picks a word and screams that word all day. She literally says nothing else. The buzzer beeps which says Pem get your ass in the car your gonna be late. I kiss the kids on the head and grab my bag and phone. " Say goodbye to your brother!" My mother yells after me.

     

         Me and Simon are as tight as it can get. We are the only kids with out a twin to talk to about everything so we stick together. We also took the divorce the hardest so that gave us something to bond about. Even though we are super close we usually don't talk much. We enjoy not having to talk to each other to hang out because the rest of our lives we are constantly communicating with others and with each other it's like at breath of fresh air we can finally stop talking.

      I look for Simon in his reading spot. When dad left he used to go up in the tree and eventually he made a ledge in the tree to sit on so he wouldn't have to sit on the tree. He's there reading like always. "If you don't take your head out of that book soon you'll have to marry it" I shout up to him. He looks up and smiles that smile that just makes you melt. " Morning Pem. You leaving?" He shouts down. "Yeah" I reply. "Bye" he says sticking his head right back into his book. I start to walk away but turn and say " Do me a favor and take you nose out of the book for ten mins watch the birds or hang with some friends." As much as I love reading and writing that kid needs to get out more.

     

        Walking away I get into my blue convertable. I love my car. When I was fourteen I decided that for my sixteenth birthday my mother, grandma, grandpa, about fifty dollars from my father, and myself would all chip in to but me a car.  After that I found jobs to do around like mowing lawns, raking leaves, and selling my grandma's famous cookie recipe that EVERYONE loves.

     

       When I get to school I park my car at the back of the lot like always so less people can damage it.  I grab my bag and walk through the lot and past the big field that in the early fall and late spring people like to eat lunch or study during free period. The school halls are filled, like always, with people doing obnoxious things like throwing basketballs or the making out.

      

         I turn down the hall in which my locker but before I can reach my destination I'm knocked down by about one hundred forty pounds of Bertunia. "Dear Lord" I mutter " Bertunia what have I told you about jumping on people backs with out warning" "Oh right " she replies helping me up. Her chestnut skin is gorgeous and her chocolate hair worn in braids. She's wearing a hello kitty top and jeans. Bertunia loves hello kitty.

   

          She reaches into her bag and pulls out a pink rectangle wrapped in pink wrapping paper and hands it to me. "Whats this?" It's not my birthday nor is it Christmas or any holiday so why is Bertunia of all people giving me a gift. "Just open you idiot" she spits. "Alright alright" I reply putting my hands up. I open the present cautiously. It's a black composition notebook with a string book mark. The one I've wanted forever. It's only a notebook but when your me your particular about what you write in.  " oh my god the purple composition note book I have wanted for like five-ever!"  I scream forgetting I'm in a hall full of people.

     

        The bell rings and everyone scurries to first period. Me and Bertunia grunt simultaneously. First period means another hour of chemistry with Mr. Hugeins the WORST chemistry teacher ever. I grab stuff from my locker and we head down the chemistry hall.

     

       When we get into the room we sit at our lab table and start to talk. Little did I know Mr. Hugeins had told the class to be quite and begin reading about the lesson. "Miss. Night ill need to see you after class" Mr. Hugeins says. He is old, grumpy, and his button up shirt always look like thay are one wrong move from popping. I nod but roll my eyes. "Now class I would like to remind you that your chemical bonds worksheet is due tomorrow. Now today we will be going over the topic of..." he continues but i quit paying attention. I open the notebook and begin to write.

          

        Ugh I hate this god Damn man like what the fuck is he trying to teach us about periods. Half of us are girls we get them. Lol stupid periodic table vocabulary. (If you couldn't tell he was not teaching the class about that special time of the month)

  

     I slide the notebook and tap it indicating she should open it. She giggles and begins writing.

    

       I know right. Hes saying this over and over again like when I go home and my mom asks what i learned I'm gonna say that my chemistry teacher is obsessed with periods. But really didnt we learn this shit in like second grade?

    I reply with a simple "yeah"
  
   I close the journal and try to focus but notice the board says something about a sweet sixteen PT tournament. I grab the journal again and write.

    

          what the fuck is a sweet sixteen PT tournament? It sounds like a tv show where they have a lot of kids but not enough money to thrown them all a party so they have a tournament  to see who gets the party.

      She writes back.

 

      That would be a good show to watch on a Sunday.

      I laugh loudly and get a glare from Mr.Hugeins that says we will talk about this when you stay after class.  "Oops" I whisper to myself. I go right back to writing.

      I would invite you over and we could make popcorn and stuff our faces with candy and pizza. That would be great.

        She simply replies

        We are now fat as fuck

      I laugh to myself. I grab a Sharpie and this time when I write it's on the cover.

 

        The book of Random shit we say in our shitty ass chemistry class.
        

     Thanks for reading the first chapter. I hope you liked it. Sorry for any typos I tried my best to find them all. If you have any questions or comments please do comment.  sorry about the lack of cover I will get one as soon as possible but I really wanted to get this chapter posted. Later! -jen