Sage’s Journal
Question of the day:
I wonder why people need to judge? Does it satisfy the person and send some sort of adrenaline rush or is it a necessity to meet expectations?
Sage’s POV
As I’m thinking for an answer I crawled outta bed and head for the bathroom, I felt so happy; this is the first time I’ve slept in my room since I got it redesigned as a gift for my 4.0 GPA. I wonder why my parents can’t be normal; I think they love the fact that they have more money than Mitt Romney. If a girl with normal parents had a 4.0 GPA she would have gotten money or an expensive gift not a room design artist. But I can’t lie; I am so in love with my new room. Its dark blue on one wall with opaque music signs flowing and on the opposite side there was a fake decaying brick wall with graffiti. On the ceiling there were famous quotes of famous people in different sizes and fonts. On the wall where my bed faced was a mural of many famous poets, jazz musicians, and artists: Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes, Louis Armstrong, and Ella Fitzgerald. Those are my inspirations; I hope to be as famous as them someday. My parents don’t feel the same way though, they say that I have the mind of Einstein and I choose this profession. I love what I picked; music and art call to me, I can’t help myself. I step in the shower and wash my big curly coarse afro and make sure to rub off the marks from the marker war me and my best friend JennaB had. After I showered I tried to dry my hair because I know if I don’t all hell will go loose. After 20 minutes my hair and I made a compromise, and my hair finally dried. When I finished my daily routine and I went into my walk in closet. So many clothes, yet so little clothes I grabbed outfits and accessories and I debated, nope, wore that last week, I forgot to dry clean this, I need this to be ironed, I hate this, wasn’t I supposed to return this? Eventually I found something, neon blue and salmon button down plaid shirt with white ripped skinny jeans and diamond studded heels. I put on my accessories: a layered chain necklace, pink dangling earrings and a white watch. I grab my Louis Vuitton bag that contained all my schoolwork, and started walking downstairs, toward the kitchen. When I got to the kitchen I saw my mom cooking breakfast. Pancakes for me, eggs for my baby brother Samon, and waffles for my big brother Damon. “Hey mom, how do I look?” I said greeting her. She turned around, “Wow is that the outfit I brought you Wednesday?”
“Yep!”
“Wow, really it didn’t look that nice when I brought it, it’s probably because you’re wearing it.”
I smiled at her and grabbed my breakfast and headed for the door grabbing my keys along the way. “Umm, Sage school doesn’t start for another hour. Where are you going?”
I turned around, “Study hall, mom remember I told you yesterday.”
“Oh, yes, yes, yes. Okay by the way don’t forget to pick up your Samon afterschool.”
I nodded my head and opened the door to feel the cold February air. I run to my jet black Chevy Camaro once I opened the door the smell of blueberries slapped me in the face. As soon as I got in I turned the engine and waited for the heat to fill up the car along with the voice of Michael Buble. I backed out of the driveway and started shoving pancakes in my mouth like there was no tomorrow and headed for Webster High, my school.
Rhian’s POV
Where the hell is Brie, I thought she said she was going to help me with my music report in study hall? I pull my phone out of my pocket, slide the bar and look at my messages. Ok babe, don’t worry I’ll help you finish the report in study hall. I then see a flash and a new message popped up. Sorry Rhi can’t make it not feeling well this morning, good luck. I waited outside 30 minutes for nothing, but then I saw Sage’s car parked in the driveway and her big cute afro sticking out. God she was beautiful, I’ve been crushing on her since freshman year, “Hey Sage, are you busy?”
