When I Met You

Chapter Three

"Really? You know Renee', you just can't seem to stay out of trouble. I'm surprised your mom didn't bless you with the name trouble, instead of Renee'. It kinda fits you more," Jammy stated.

"I know and why are you worried anyways?" I asked.

"I was just saying. Don't get mad at me, because you got an extra day of in school school suspension. You know it's going to where they suspend you from the school and like send you home for a couple of days or even worse, expelle you. You can't afford that. One I'm pretty sure that your grades in the past aren't that well and second we have this year and next year. You need to pull yourself together. Get your life together."

" I know."

"You're not going to have a future with the path you're taking right now," she stated.

I got in my car, after I told my friends bye. I didn't have time to go anywhere after school today. I had places to go. I don't even think that my friends are going where I'm going, to be honest. I got in my car, turned up my music. I zoomed right out of Tall Letter High parking lot, not caring about cops. I know this might sound safe and most likely it's not, but I do my best thinking when I'm driving. The reason it's not safe is, because it distracts you, so my friends don't try it!

After I hit the fifth stop light, my phone rang. I picked up my phone and answered it, " Hello?" I asked.

" Hey it's your mom. Where are you at?"

" At a stop light. Why?"

"Because I was just wondering where you were. By the way, I don't know if you know this, but we received another phone call from Mr. Bryer saying that you once again, got another day of in school suspension. You know, I can't wait for us to move away from here. May be Arkansas could do something good for you. Sometimes it's just better to keep your mouth shut, especially while you're in school," she explained.

"You know what? I really don't have time for all of this, so bye. I'll talk to you later."

" Renee' Taylor!" my mom yelled, before I hung up on her.

As I showed up to my house, I noticed that there was no one there. No signs of any parents here! That's good because today was a day I didn't feel like answering to them. All these annoying questions and me having to give the good enough answer. I had somewhere to go tonight. I didn't need two people following me, until I gave up answers that had nothing to do with them. I needed my freedom! I parked my car in the garage and rushed inside to get ready for this night. I wanted to hurry in and hurry out, once again. Put all the pieces together, you could read that I didn't feel like answering to anyone.

I went into my room and stripped my school clothes off. While, I was doing that, I went over to my sound system that had my ipod hooked to it and turned up the volume. I don't know what it was, I loved listening to music when I got ready for school or for an important event in my life. I love to clean with music as well. I don't know, I guess it helps me not think about why the music is really on. To blur out the truth of cleaning. I went in the bathroom, that's attached to my room and jumped in the shower. It took me about fifteen minutes to wash all the gunk off my body and got myself to smelling good and fresh. After that I blowed dried my hair and wrapped it up in a messy bun. I strolled into my big walk- in closet towards my dresses. You're probably thinking the kinds of dresses you wear to a formal dance, huh? Well, you're wrong! I'm talking about the dresses that your butt cheeks halfway fall out of, the ones that seem to make you do the wrong things, and make you feel the temptation. They make you want to not come home the next night, if you know what I'm getting at. Now, do you do which ones I'm getting at? Do you have the idea now? Thought so. I found one that attracted my eye and zipped it up my body. Once, I got back to my bathroom, I took down my messy bun and got a nice start on my hair and makeup. After all was said and done, I looked down at my feet and that's when I noticed that I haven't picked out a nice pair of shoes.