She Ain't You

My real life

Well that was weird.

I thought to myself. Why did she just randomly leave? And who was she talking to? My brief questioning was interrupted by the most annoying screech in the world.

"Jamie Anderson Carter! Why the hell are you not in class?" Mrs Probert exclaimed, displaying some of her bi polarness.

"I was on my way to class, I was just dropping off this new student," I replied innocently.

"So it took you more than fifteen minutes, to show this imaginary student where their class is and may I ask who and where this new student is?" She asked putting air quotes on "new student". Oh my god, you are not cool, I mean how old the air quotes thing.

"Mr. Carter? I will not be ignored! Detention for a week...wait make it three weeks."

"WHAT! Why in the fucking hell do I have detention for three weeks? That's almost a month!" Die! Die! Die! Die you hold hag! Shit! I wish I had mental killing abilities.

"One week for skipping, another week for lying, third for ignoring me, oh and an extra week for swearing at me. Anymore time you want to add?" She asked, staring at me with her cocky smile. I just gave her my death stare (which is composed of clenched teeth, add in my gleaming eyes of hatred, plus some forehead wrinkles and a bit of shaking to intensify the effect) and ran/walked away from the wretched troll. The thought of actually skipping, which crossed my mind once or twice, but then I remembered the four weeks that I had to spend with bi-polar Bertha, I did not need any more quality time with her.

"Hello Mr Carter, nice of you to join us," said Mr Wigglesworth (no joke, the guy's name is Wigglesworth), as I tried to sneak past him and towards my seat.

"Nice to be here Wiggles," I said with a smirk, god I love his name. Mr Wigglesworth is the kind of teacher that you can do or say whatever and he would just make you do some work sheet (which he never expects back,because he knows it's either in the trash somewhere or surviving a temporary life as a paper air plane) or force you to stand in the hallway (which is stupidest punishment ever, but whatever I get to send some sexts to Brooke. Thank you Mr Wiggles). His stance didn't change at all, maybe his expression did but I couldn't see it because he was too busy writing some crap about some war. I knew how much he hated when we call him that and I found it very odd that he didn't react at all. Until he...

"I guess you enjoy being here so much, that you are expecting some quality time with me today. Unfortunately I can't be with you today, but we will be spending every spare block of yours together, starting next month. Isn't that exciting?" He asked twisting his waist so he can send some flares of hatred at me.

"What! Can't I just stand outside the door?" I asked suddenly furious with all this quality time that I would have to be spending with old hags. Seriously do they not understand my hatred and if the feeling is mutual then why spend time with me? Unless they are pedophiles. I twisted and squirmed in my chair, trying to mentally destroy the image of bi-polar Bertha, making a move on me.

"I'm afraid my method of making students contemplate on their behaviour isn't working out so well, so Mrs Probert has offered to teach me some of her methods," he replied giving me a cocky grin. Shit! Fuck you Bertha! I could hear the groans and see all the panicked faces of my classmates, who seem to be thinking that this is all my fault.

"Nice one," nudged Brooke, poking me in the back with her sharp nails.

"What? It's not my fault," I said trying to display my innocent face. She just shook her head and went back to copying notes.

"Oh how did it go with Skylar, was she nervous? Where you nice to her? Did you talk to her?" Brooke asked suddenly bombarding me with questions.

"Um it went well, I don't think so, yes and yes," I replied with a small smile playing at my lips.

"Seriously did you ask her where she's from? Does she have any friends here? Did you ask her to come sit with us at lunch?"

"Brooke chillax, she ditched anyways, so I don't think she'll be here at lunch. She's from Canada and I don't know if she has friends."

"What? What do you mean she ditched?"

"I dunno she just got a phone call, then left right after." After answering some more of her pointless questions she finally calmed down. Gosh this girl needs to chill, Brooke is way too caring sometimes. I truly can't believe why she would fall for a guy like me, she's just too amazing for me. Sometimes I think of how lucky I am and I wonder if I am deserving of such an amazing girl.

After school, Brooke stayed for her weekly student council meeting; she's vice president of our school. I wanted to wait for her, but the pile of homework reminded me not to. Reluctantly I gave her quick kiss and bid her goodbye. I could go to the library, or jakes house. But then I remembered that the library kicked me out for a whole two months (I sort of changed the screensavers of all the computer screens in the library, I guess they saw that I was up to something, when I kept switching back and forth between computers. The old librarian didn't take the penis screensaver too well; I guess it reminded her of her depressing sex life) and stupid Jake was gone for the whole week. I could go to Josh's or somebody else's house but I would have to go home eventually, plus Eliza will be waiting for me. The realization of the truth made me long for Brooke and her warm company. I slowly started to walk in the direction of my house; my house was only a few blocks away from the school.

The phrase "home sweet, home" has never really applied to my house; it felt more like a houseful of angry ghosts. As I neared the house that was surrounded by a white picket fence, lush green grass and a red door with silver knocker, the wanting to turn around and walk away increased with every step I took towards the house. As soon as I walked in, I could hear the screeching sounds of an escalating argument taking place in the kitchen.

"YOU were supposed to take her to soccer, I had work today, I told you I had to work from four to seven yesterday AND I wrote it on the calendar," mom screamed, while gesturing at the huge calendar that was posted up on the fridge.

"Obviously your stupid calendar isn't working now is it? And you talk so often, that I don't even know when what you're saying is important," dad screamed back. It was pretty much like this every day, a battle between who can scream the loudest.

Ever since dad had an affair eight years ago, our family hasn't been the same, the drama in the family actually escalated in the last seven years. Seven years ago, we found a baby at the footsteps of our door; the baby came with a note. Apparently the baby was from an affair that dad had the year before and the mother of the child was unable to take care of the little baby, so she tracked down my dad and left the child at our door steps without even a hint of a warning.

This is when our whole family crashed and burned. I don't blame my half sister for any of this because it definitely wasn't any of her fault, in fact I love my baby sister, Eliza, she's the only reason I return home, she's the only reason for why I stay in this retched house. Mom and dad didn't want to hurt us, didn't want to hurt me mostly by getting a divorce, but by staying together they are hurting everyone including themselves. I don't think I have really talked to my dad in a long time, we have the usual brief conversation of how the day was like, but neither one of us enjoys it because even the simplest of affectionate gestures has become uncomfortable. Mom still comes to my room and apologizes every night and she does the same to Eliza and though Eliza is not her child, she still loves her like her own.

I walked up the stairs, trying to drown the sounds of their voices. I opened her door and found her at her usual spot behind the closet doors, squeezing her ears shut with the palm of her tiny hands, rocking back and forth to try and drown the noises with the motion. I dropped down to my knees and held my arms out for the upcoming embrace that I expected. As expected she ran to me and hugged me tightly, laying her small head on my shoulders and soaking my sweater with her soft tears. I tried to soothe her by rubbing her back and repeating words of hope, which we both have come to understand are false. This was my daily routine.

"It's getting worse Jamie," said Eliza while shuddering from the efforts of her cries.

"I know hun, but it will all be better soon. One day you won't have to deal with this, one day we won't have to deal with this."