WHITEHART

PRINCIPALS ARE PATHETIC.

I nuzzled against the pillow, trying my best to cover my eyes with my blanket. I didn't want to wake up, I didn't want to accept it was morning. A little more of sleep and less of reality was all I wanted for the past 45 days. I rolled in the bed twice before giving up my idea of sleeping a little more. I rose from my bed and looked outside my window. Another day of dark clouds, another day with rain. I hate rains. I was running 30 minutes late for school already. Running down the stairs, I saw my mom in the kitchen. I know she noticed my arrival but past a month she has been ignoring me and finally stopped interrogating me about my behavior. Half of the time my family ignored me for my late night parties, sometimes not even coming home for days and I don't even think they care anymore. My mother kept my silver coffee cup on the kitchen counter and went back to ignoring me. Past 45 days had not been easy for me moreover that I made it more difficult for my family by not discussing it. Regardless of my paranoid behavior, I never missed any family dinner or outing, they were off the hooks. No matter what you got to show up on your family time. After choosing my clothes without much consideration. I hopped on my Harley. 

Yes, I have a Harley. It was a gift. A gift for my bizarre passion for Harley Davidson . A gift from somebody. I love my bike, I really do.

I rode to Amber's house and started to honk my horn. She came out making a bun of her caramel hair. Amber is my best friend. She's taller than me and a lot more sorted in her life.

" Ray, I'm going to stop riding with you." She said pretending to be upset. I kept quite I knew there was more to come.

"Just because you lost your license doesn't mean we have to ride on your bike to school." She's trying to convince me.

"This is my baby." She knew that already.

"And my baby is in the parking lot."

"We are going to get your license back this Monday." She said in a serious tone and hopped behind my back.

"Let Amy survive her Monday hangovers. Oh Rachel, I think the chemicals of my brain have leaked." I said that in a soft voice. Amber hate her Mondays because most of time she's in her Jim Beam hangover. Past 2 months I have been sleeping in Ambers house every Sunday. Her parents stays out a lot. Business trips, Seminars and other shits. We crossed the parks and local library that comes and then parking my Harley near Mark's burger shop because that's my spot and people know better than parking on Ray's spot.

Amy got down and adjusted her clothes and said," We'll go to the new restaurant."

"The bar sounds better."

"Rachel." She said ignoring my snide comment.

"Stop it, Amy. I'll be good. Don't try that hard for me. Maybe you should go-"

"Meet me outside the gym." Then she left me for her Calculus class.The day was as usual, sharing lunch with the group. Parker Wills buying my lunch and Amber eating it instead of me and Ethan making faces about it. Then the boys would leave for their Football leaving us girls to gossip over everything else. The rest of the day gets boring always. I killed my time in the library with Mrs. Smith, talking about books. The rest of the day was going to be another normal day until Mrs. Presley called me in her cabin just after my English class.

I barged into her cabin. The walls hold a lot of pictures of games and competitions won by our school. The pictures showed off proud moments. I had been in her cabin more than any other student of my school, expect Michael MacKenzie, he is more troubling to the school   for fucking girls in the basement than I'm.