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I hate that alarm. I hate school. I just wish I could just lay in bed all day. I slowly pull the covers off and I sit up just dazing at the ground, hoping that my mom would come and tell me I didn't have to go to school today, which she does rarely. My grades are terrible. I've started out with A's and now in the middle of the 3rd marking period I've been achieving C's and D's.
I pick up my outfit that I laid out last night. I don't know why but even though I don't like school I sure like getting dressed up for it. It's the only thing I feel like I'm good at. I throw on my white v-neck and my varsity jacket. My light, blue skinny jeans, and my white, red, and black Jordan's. I slumped to the bathroom and slowly brushed my teeth. My teeth were always straight and white. I loved my smile but I've never said that out loud. I don't like sounding conceited.
I pick up my makeup bag that only contains different brands of eyeliner and mascara. Now I feel awake, I don't know why but every time after I brush my teeth I feel so refreshed. I applied my mascara and my eyeliner quickly, considering the fact that I still had my hair to do.
"Morning sweetie." My mom said as she walked in.
"MOM! Ever heard of privacy?!" I screamed.
I don't want to say I hate my mom. I mean, I love her to death. The only thing is that she's made dumb choices throughout my childhood. Shes a drug addict. She kicked my dad out for being an alcoholic, which I feel like doesn't make sense at all. Then again she started her drug use after my dad left when I was 3 years old. It's been 13 years since I've seen him. My mom gets to weird every time I mention him, so I try and avoid it.
My hair is now already curled to the sides and is being pushed back by a black, braided headband. I make sure everything is placed in my book bag, and I leave out the door. No goodbyes. No I love you. It's like that every morning. I wish I had a better relationship with my family.
I walk outside and a cold breeze burns my face. I squint my eyes and every time my hair twists and turns to the wind, the air strikes me In my neck and a chill quickly goes down my spine.
I don't take the bus, I have to walk to school. My mom can't afford for me to take the bus, the money my grandmother provides us can only afford my clothing and the rent. It's a pain in the ass when I have to walk out here, even in the most craziest weather. The sun was slowly coming, the clouds started to fade away. I warmed up a little, it actually felt kind of good.
I walked up the driveway of the school and many people approach me with a "Hi." I have plenty of friends in school. My attitude changes when I walk through those doors. Confident, beautiful, and funny. I never try to put people down, I liked everyone.
Of course they don't know the REAL me. Nobody does.
I look around for my friends. I couldn't find them. My head goes from left to right multiple times, and nothing. I figure they have went to class early. I turn the hallway corner to get to my locker.
"BOO!"
"AHH!" I screamed so loud and started to laugh when I realized who it was.
"Oh my gosh Anthony! Don't ever do that to me again!" I said as I let out a big smile and a slight chuckle.
He smiled, and the walk was silent.
"Hey, Jo?" Anthony said.
I turned my head to signal him that I was listening and that It was okay to talk.
