Just Jump

I. Brianna

Beep, beep, beep.

I groan rolling over to my side and hit my alarm clock several times before it shut up.

First day back from winter break.

I groan again rubbing my hand down my face, trying to wake myself up.

"Brianna, get up now," Tony yells.

"Okay, I'm up," I call back. I roll out of bed and trudge over to my closet. I grab a pair of jeans and a sweater and head to my restroom. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and comb out my hair. I change into my clothes and stare at myself through the mirror. My long wavy brown hair frames my face, and my dull green eyes are covered by my glasses. I've always hated the color of my eyes, they look like seaweed. My sweater covers my body so you couldn't see my figure, however, my jeans cling to my legs like a second skin. I didn't like them but they were what my mom bought for me. I sigh as I realize I won't have time to find different jeans. I walk out of my restroom and grab my bag and binder from my desk.

"Brianna, you're going to be late," my mother yells.

"Okay, I'm coming," I leave my room and skip down the stairs. I greet my brother in the living room and then go to the kitchen to my mother.

"The toast is going to be done right now and there's an apple in the fridge," she says not even looking at me. There are no 'Good mornings' in this house. Just, this is here and that's there.

It's like this every morning. They tell me to wake up, I do; they tell me I'm going to be late, I get going; they tell me what to eat, I eat. Nothing ever changes, and that's fine.

I grab my apple and then the toast. I kiss my mom goodbye and then my brother. Picking up a scarf and another jacket and I leave the house and begin my walk to school. I live in a routine. I wake up, walk to school, attend all my classes, go to debate club after school, go to community service after, go home, eat, do homework, sleep, then repeat. It's the routine I live by and I'm okay with it.

When I walk into the school there's a little bit of a buzz going around, apparently, today's the day that we get our community projects. Unfortunately for me, it's a group project, so I'll most likely be paired with a bonehead. I make my way to my locker and pick up some notebooks, leaving my jacket there. I slam my locker and make my way to first period.

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"Hey, Brianna," someone calls. This is this sixth person to talk to me today, this isn't normal for me. Usually, I'm ignored, I'm surprised that these people actually know my name. I turn around anyways and put a fake smile on my face.

"Hey," I say as politely as I can. I'm greeted by a blonde boy. He's about half a foot taller than me and is wearing one of those gosh-awful letterman jackets.

"So tell me, Bree-"

"It's Brianna," I say cutting him off.

"Okay Brianna," he says with a smirk, "I just wanted to ask-"

"If I have a partner for the community project in English yet?" I finish his sentence. He looks a little shocked and the smirk he had falls. I give him a sweet smile.

"The answer is no. I actually heard that teachers are assigning partners, so even if I wanted to work with you," which I don't, "we wouldn't be able to." I keep the smile on my face, wanting to laugh at his expression.

"So if that was all I'll be going now, goodbye." With that, I turn on my heel and leave yet another jock wanting to be partners with me. That was the sixth one in two periods. I have English last period so I 'll have to endure this for the rest of the day. I sigh as I make my way to my locker.