Could it Get Any Worse?

Chapter 2

I absolutely HATE school. How some people can stand it is pretty unbelievable to me. For some, reason my teachers all hate me. I don't mean dislike I mean full-on hate. My Spanish teacher assigns me extra work because I wasn't "living up to my full potential" according to her. Like, how does she know what my full potential is?

The only class i partly like is social studies. Jake is in that class so that's why i like it. HE always tells me to shut up though. Sometimes our class talks WAY too much so she gives us extra work. I don't get why she doesn't just give the certain people that talk but, i am not the teacher.

Me and Mandy walked to science after social studies. Our class had A lunch, so we got the cookies. Lunch is usually pretty uneventful. The people we sit with are, well, perverted. There was Carter, Mandy's boyfriend. Zach, who is one of my really good friends. Tavien, who is pretty perverted, and my mom is good friends with his dad. Then there is Beck, who is the most perverted guy i have ever met. He is like a brother to me, though.

The rest of the day passed with nothing exciting happening. Finally school let out at 3:40 p.m. I ran up to the second floor, opened my locker and packed my backpack, then slammed it shut. Then i walked down the stairs and outside. I walked down by where the school buses were supposed to pick kids up. I looked around and saw all the kids in a circle and teachers running over there. Oh great, another fight. Wonder who it is this time. Probably some of the ghetto kids, not trying to be rude, but thats how they act. I turned around and saw that my bus was here. I walked up the sttairs and plopped down in my seat. The bus ride was long and boring, so i just listened to Justin Bieber songs.

When the bus finally got to my stop I climbed off the bus and started walking home. When I reached my house, I walked inside, ran up the stairs and plopped onto my bed. I like my bedroom actually. It's an aqua color with a dark brown daybed, dresser, and a white desk. My bedspread is a flowery pattern with blue, orange, red, pink, black, and green in it. My room is like my "woman cave". I heard a knock on my door. "Come in!" I yelled. Then my mom walked in. "Hi honey, how was school?" my mom asked. "Ehh, same old, same old." I sighed. "Well sweetie, I have some really important news." she said. I looked up at her and she looked like she was about to break down and start crying. "Mom, what's wrong?" I asked frantically.

"Emma, your little brother, Daniel, has cancer." she said sadly.