SILENCE! [OLD VERSION]

🤐 ONE 🤐

Okay I'll start this way....

First, I'm Jocelyn Alma but friends call me Jocie. I'm cute, tall and funny.

I have two annoying siblings; Jayden Alma, my older brother and Jacqueline Alma, my younger sister.

So you can do the maths and find out how many we are.

Yup! We're three.

Two girls and one guy.

My mom, Jennifer Lopez... I wish.

I mean Jennifer Alma works in a salon. She does all those girly stuff and stuff.

Okay, Jocie.

That's pure bad English.

While my dad, Jackson Alma works in an industry which I have no idea about.

So you can guess how wonderful my family is.

That's why we are known as the J'5.

Okay that's a lie but I'm looking forward to it that is when I have fifty followers on IG which is likely impossible.

But you....

"Jocieeeeeeee"

I groaned.

Why can't I be left alone for a little while.

I closed my diary and got down slowly. Walking downstairs seem to be hardest of all.

Getting to the kitchen where my brat of a sister sat, I glared at her.

"What?" I snapped making her turn to look at me.

"Mom just called. She wants you to make dinner"

"She called you not me"

"She said Jocie not Jackie"

Glaring at her, I stomped towards the kitchen and began to prepare dinner letting my mind wander off.

I'm turning eighteen tomorrow and instead of being happy, I'm sad.

Why?

Because I don't have a freaking boyfriend or crush or any thing attached to the male specimen.

I'm sure as hell know I'm not a lesbian because I made out with a girl in ninth grade.

It was dare and I did it. After that, I threw up for thirty minutes straight and got sick. I stayed in bed for two days proving my assumptions wrong that I wasn't a lesbian.

Plus I pretty much like dicks.

I was suppose to make out with a guy but he paid a hundred bucks to get away from me like I'm some virus.

Though I'm glad I'm single because I didn't get through any heart breaks and stuff like that so that's pretty much it I guess.

A year left and I'll be leaving high school and home and Jackie.

God! I hate her.

Little demon.

I glared at her back as I chopped vegetables and then got myself injured.

Hissing loudly, I sucked slowly on it while Jackie turned around,  smirked at me before winking.

That witch.