Dating the gang leader (ON HOLD)

Grams

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Chapter 1~ Edited

I toss and turn in bed not being able to fall back asleep letting out a groan as I position myself on my elbows to see the time, 4:50, I don't wake up until 6:30. I step out of the bed and carefully creep downstairs over the steps that scream out. In the kitchen I prepare my breakfast, I would include my grams but she can't eat solid food.

After her stroke she would barley talk or eat, my mom left me to stay with grams after her job transferred her to New York. She said she wanted me to have a good education which I know was bullshit, she just didn't want me to get in her way, ever since dad died all she ever do is work.

I scramble up some eggs, make a toast, flop down on the old couch which is falling apart and turn on the TV to recorded shows so I can watch America's Next Top Model while scarfing down my food. The big clock on the wall indicates 6:10 so when I finish I just start getting ready.

Once I drop my plate in the sink and dash up stairs I run some hot water and just let it pour down on me. I shave my legs and under arms, wash with strawberry kiwi body wash, then step out of the shower grabbing a towel from the closet in the bathroom.

I trot into my room and throw on some shorts and a grey sweatshirt. After walking back into the bathroom and brush my teeth, I look in the mirror to be met by my snow white skin with freckles just across my nose and cheeks. I let my midnight jet black hair go down my back in its natural curly state and walk to my grams room.

"Hey grams, I'm about to leave, the nurse will be here soon. Do you need anything?" I grab her soft wrinkled hand.

"Yes dearie, will you bring me a cup of coffee?" She knows she can't drink coffee.

"Grams you know you can't drink that stuff, how about orange juice?" She gives me a small nod.

I place the cup in her hands guiding it to her lips, after a couple of sips she pushes my hand away; i set it down on her nightstand then kiss her goodbye.

Downstairs,I grab my bag and phone, put on a converse then walk to school. Most students already have cars; I almost have enough money to buy one but I just won't spend it on that.

In 3 months a nursing home is going to take grams, which means I will then be placed in a foster home until I'm eighteen, when I do turn eighteen I'll have enough to rent an apartment.

On my way to school i see a bunch of cop cars and an ambulance parked on the curve and on the sidewalk opposite of the one I'm walking on. With curiosity getting the best of me I hop down crossing the street and checking to make sure no cars were coming.

I tap Mr Sherman shoulder; he's a nice old man as long as you don't walk on his grass. "Hey Young man, shouldn't you be in school?"