Stockholm Syndrome (Punk Harry) -Bwwm

One:

My morning today was like the rest of my life: shitty. When my alarm went off I turned it off because I was tired after a complete lack of sleep due to a huge test today, Wednesday. It was announced to us Saturday, by email. I had four days to study.

Anyways, forgetting about that, since I turned off my alarm I slept a little late and woke up to my mom screaming, "Jackie get up or I will beat the black off of your ass. " Lovely right? Love my mom though, she's the best.

My dad is-well actually my dad isn't. I don't know him. Don't get me wrong my mom isn't some whore who slept around a lot (not that that's a problem); she knows who he is, but she doesn't want me to know.

He was apparently some horrible guy who ditched my mom when he found out she was pregnant. She doesn't want me to know who he is because he wants nothing to do with me. She won't even give me his name until I turn 18. I'm 17 now, almost 18. My birthday is in 10 days. Anyways, after that horrible awakening I was pushed out of the house and onto the bus.

The bus is disgusting; the worst part of my day by far. It's musty, sweaty, smells like ass, and the people are complete idiots. Also you have to sit by other humans and I hate being touched.

I get on the rectangular tin nightmare and the whole thing is full of screaming, horny, hormonal teens ranging from 14 to 19. I make the awkward walk to the back because all the front seats are taken.

When I get towards the end a little freshman boy shoves a freshman girl out into the aisle and pats the spot, "Hey Jackie. I saved you a seat. " He flashes me a smile full of blue metal.

The girl raises herself off the floor struggling against the movement of the bus. When she finally gets on her feet she sits angrily in the seat behind him crossing her arms. I bite my lip anxiously, "Thanks Anthony. " I mutter sitting down.

He blushes, "No prob. I'm here to help. I can totally bite that lip for you if you want me to. "

I laugh at his lame attempt at a pick up line, "I'll pass. " He nods and looks out the window. My stop is the last one so we're on our way to school. He looks at me then combs his fingers through his black hair in an attempt to look cool.

Anthony is adorable, he's mixed and has light brown skin but he also has bright red pimples scattered randomly across his face. He gives me a sly smile before speaking. "Can I ask you a question? "

I look at him, "No I'm not gonna marry you. "

He groans, "Uugh. Fine how bout just a date? Just one date. "

I shake my head, "No Anthony. "

He frowns, "Why not? " He whines but his voice cracks. His hand immediately slaps over his mouth.

I giggle, "Because you're a freshman and I'm a senior. "

He shrugs, "So? "

"So you're 15 and I'm nearly 18. "

He rolls his eyes, "Age is just a number. "

That's true in some cases, "Would you date a sixth grader? "

He scrunches up his face, "Gross, no way. That's a child. "

I roll my eyes, "That's right. When I was a freshman you were in sixth grade. "

He crosses his arms, "Fine. How about a kiss though? I'd kiss a sixth grader. " I give him the "really" look. His face falls, "No I wouldn't. "

"I know. Nice try Anthony. I'm flattered though, really. " He smiles again.

When I get to class the test starts. Our teacher said if we finish early we can leave. I'm determined to finish early so I can go. The test isn't that hard but it's a lot of essay questions. I write quickly and try my hardest to finish. When I finally do the class is only half over. I look it over for mistakes but I don't find any. I hand in the test then walk into the hall.