Power outage

Chapter one

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Here it is. It always happened to me. Officer Grover had me by one ear. He rang my parents door bell. Dad was always the first one to get the door. Mom never did.
My father opened the door, and stared down at my bloody lip. He sighed. "Giana, not again." He grabbed my hair and pulled me in the house. The officer and my father chatted silently. I knew it was about me. It's always about me. I'm always wrong.

"Was it Jude again? Or was it Natalie?" Mom asked, wiping up my lip. "Neither, it was Sarah and Finn. I swear to god those bastards-" mom cut me off by smacking me in the back of the head. "Don't swear to god, and don't call anyone a bastard. Get your ass in a line, you're already in trouble here." Mom got up to get an ice pack from the cabinet next to the toilet I was sitting down on.

I took the ice pack and went back to my room where it was safe, and I didn't have to fight off two bitches at once.

I hate how my teachers will always tell my parents that I'm not a bad kid. But a kid who smokes, drinks, gets into fights, and skips class sounds like a really bad kid. Like a terrible kid to be honest.

I'm only 16, I'm not even considered an adult. I'm expected to act like an adult, but treated like a child. In between those two classifications, there's a teenager. Teenagers can be playful, or vulgar, or dumb, or smart, or mean, or nice. But it's not us. It's the pressures of everyone having high expectations you need to reach. Good grades, staying in shape, being pretty, homework, tests, quizzes, and basically being perfect. Then you have anger because no one trusts you with shit. Combine those two feelings together you get a stressed teenager.

Combine those two feelings and multiply it by ten, then you have a Giana Forester.

Second period. I skipped it. It's not bad that I skipped it. I was still on the high school grounds. I just wasn't inside the school.

That's where I met that one girl, and the first thing she said to me, was my own name. I was sitting under the maple tree that hung over the parking lot, an 150 year old tree.It was the biggest tree the school ever had. I was smoking a cigarette, when she came and sat acrosss from me. She seemed like her life was this whole big secret that you'd have to unravel. She seemed rude. Really rude.

Her voice was quiet and sounded like the wind was speaking. She had long locks of black hair, and crystal clear gray eyes.

"Giana." She said, grabbing the cigarette and lighter in my lap. She put the white side in her mouth and flickered the flame, blocking it from the blowing air. She put the pack back in my lap.

"Who are you?" I asked inhaling the smoke. I kept the smoke locked in my mouth like a prisoner when I spoke. Like one those dreams where you can't get out of some dark cave thing, but there's a light right there. You just have no power.
"You like poetry Giana?" She asked.
I raised my eyebrow and released the fog.
"I like poetry. It's like an escape from this world. It's where you lets your mind become your world. Your screwed up world." She explained, gnawing at the cigarette.
"You never answered my question." I argued.
"Why would I need to? You already know it."
Just as the girl got up and tip toed around the tree I heard. A soft pounce echoed in my head. My eyes watered. It was like a migraine, but when it ended. I knew her name.
"Bridget. Your name is Bridget."
She danced alongside the swaying leaves.
"You're correct. Hey why don't you say we get out of here. And do something fun?"
"What's more fun than sitting here, and just messing around. Why can't we just sit down and be screw ups. No one can judge us, no need to go in public."I remarked, watching her stand in the tall grass.
"You like poetry?"
"Why do you keep-"
She cut me off. "You like to or not? I answered you're question, answer mine. "
"Yeah. I guess I do."
I smiled and moved the cigarette between her smiling teeth like James dean would.
"I like the way you think."

We sat under the tree for hours and spoke, smoked, and laughed until school was out.

It's true, I'm troubled, confused and dumb. Im a liar. I'm a sinner. That's what you're thinking right now, I know you are.

Let's just say I'm Giana forester. I'm nothing but Giana forester, and Giana is all I'll ever be. The story ends now it's perfect after this moment.

But like I said before, I'm a liar, and a big one too.