Wishing on Dandelions

Chapter 1

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing. I hate Mondays, Garfield should be my best friend, at least then I would have one.

I get dressed in a blue hoodie, jeans, and black converses; I'm not exactly the most fashionable being on the planet. I trudge to my bathroom and tame my thick curly black hair and put some black eyeliner and mascara on my amber eyes.

I go downstairs and grab a bagel to go, passing my mom who is asleep on the couch, my mom is a crack addict and a gold digger. I wonder what she is going to do when her looks fade, she had me when she was 16 and she's 33 now, every two years is a new boyfriend, she collects their money over time, the money she doesn't spend on crack that is and used it all for buying this house, it's not a mansion but it's a house way beyond middle class level. We aren't exactly rich, her boyfriends are, and sometimes she has up to 3 at the same time, so we always have more than enough, she doesn't even work.

I jump into my black 2010 Ford GT Mustang and hook up the music on my phone to my car, I start driving to school with the sound of Clara Bowen's Black Roses. In Nashville, Clara's character Scarlet wrote it about her mother, it reminds me a lot of my relationship with my mom, she barely pays me attention and when she does it's always to cut me down.

I get to school after Move Along and Grenade plays through my speakers. I do not understand why people say that in small towns, everyone knows everyone because it's not true, I am living proof. We live in a small town near LA and I am totally invisible everywhere I go, people don't care about rumors here and unless you run around town naked, nobody really cares what you do. I really hate cheerleaders, I know somewhere there is probably cheerleaders who are the nicest people in the world but here they are the type who wear clothes way too tight and short, have carrot-colored fake tans, and make most of the students' lives a living hell, they don't really miss with me but I still hate them, I mean why you gotta be so mean?

I walk into my first period and for some reason a cheerleader is sitting in my seat. Really, why my seat? My poor seat is ruined with her germs. I think it's the head cheerleader, in all her typical cheerleader glory, bleach blond hair that's almost white, blue eyes, shorts shorter than volleyball shorts and a neon green tube that cuts off 3 inches above her bellybutton. Really why do they get to escape the dress code? Oh, right, because our principle is a perv.

"Um, excuse me but this is my seat," try to be nice, Jolene, try to be nice.

"Um, do you know who I am? I'm Regina aka the girl who can end your social life."

"Hon, it doesn't exist now so how are you going to end it?"

"Sigh. Just go sit somewhere else loser, this seat is right next to Adam." Did she seriously just say sigh out loud? Right because Adam is seriously going to want to sit by you. Adam is the hottest dude in this school, best running back on the football team, and he's actually nice and not a player. Regina's been trying to con him to be her boyfriend since freshmen year.

"Fine but you do know he can't stand fake people, right?"

"I'm not fake."

"Sweetie, everyone can tell that nose is fake, it's okay, you can barely notice the doctor screwed up your nostrils."

I leave the desk with a smirk and go sit in the back of the room after realizing everyone was paying attention to our conversation and I caused them to laugh, even the teacher laughs. Crap, I think I just lost my invisibleness. The tardy bell rings and the teacher gets up from his desk and starts making us take notes about another war. I take my notes barely paying attention to his monotone voice, and fearing what Regina is going to do. That girl is evil; at least the Regina in Mean Girls got hit by a bus and lost her evilness.

I feel my phone vibrate after I finish with my notes.

'Fred is staying over tonight. –Mom'

So I'm staying at the inn tonight. The inn is the only hotel in this town. When I was 12, one of my mom's boyfriends tried to rape me when she was passed out from all the tequila she drank that night, ever since then I stay at a hotel when they stay over.

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The bell rings, finally the end of school, I grab my black messenger bag and sling it over my shoulder while walking out of class. I get to my car and sync up my music. Bad reputation plays as I start the drive home. Gone Forever by three days grace ends as I pull into my driveway. I run into my house and up the stairs. Once in my room, I grab a black t-shirt, dark jeans, and underwear and stuff it in my duffel bag. I walk into my bathroom and put my eyeliner, mascara, hair supplies in my bag and leave the house after grabbing 100 dollars from my cash stash under my floorboard that lifts up. I get into my car that I left on and start the drive to the inn, singing along to my playlist. I check in to the hotel and go find my room on the second floor. The hotel is sorta like a days inn, except it the family who owns it doesn't have a chain of hotels and it's cheaper. I still have 30 dollars, pizza and cinnamon sticks for dinner it is. I get cracking with my homework and 2 hours later, I'm done and hungry. I get up from the chair in front of the desk in the corner of the room and turn off my music. I fall onto the queen size bed that has white bedding on it and dial the number of the Dev's Pizza, when did it become 5:30? Guess I took longer to pack than I thought.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"Hi, can I get a medium pepperoni deep dish and cinnamon sticks delivered to the inn, I'll be outside the hotel to get it."

"Sure, it'll be there in 15 minutes. Have a good day."

"You too. Bye."

I sigh as my stomach growls angrily and turn on the TV. Guess what channel comes on, the food network, like I wasn't hungry enough. I turn to TBS and Family Guy comes on. After the 15 minutes is up, I grab my money and my room key and head downstairs. I'm outside for 20 seconds before a navy blue 2008 Dodge Challenger pulls up. The driver's door opens and a guy with brown eyes that have golden flecks in them, messy black hair and the cutest dimples ever steps out of the car carrying the two boxes that contain my food. I did not know he worked there.