wish

chapter one

i woke scared half to death by the sound of the alarm blowing my eardrum away. I sat up and stared into space for a while before rubbing the sleep off my face and checking my phone. My eyes took second to adjust to the sudden brightness of my eight new messages.
Jake- hey call me.

Jake- please tell me you're pranking me rn.

Jake- okay I dont  think you're behind this.

Jake- somehow Karla got my number and she's blowing up my phone. 

Jake- she asked if I want to hang out after school 😷                                                                            

Jake-What do I do?                                                                                                                                                  

Jake-THIS IS NOT A DRILL                                                            

Jake- should I pretend it's not me? 

Jake- FÉLICIE HELP ME! WHY ARENT YOU ANSWERING!

I laughed at my best friend's poor situation and dragged myself to the bathroom to get ready for school. I picked out a red and blue stripped shirt, black cargo jeans, and the leather bracelet I wear every day.

I brushed my teeth and caught up on some homework simultaneously. I started with math but after about ten minutes I realized I was just starting at my paper like it was in a foreign language. I shook my head and pulled out English instead. English was my favorite subject and I planned on being an author. I finished brushing my teeth and working on the 'rule of three' paper we had and when I put my homework away there was only a little toothpaste splatter on it.

The clock told me, after all that it was only 6:20, school started at 7:20 so I had some time to kill.

I searched my face and sighed. My plain brown eyes were dragged down by dark bags and my lips were dry and cracked. My nose was infested with freckles and pores, and my skin was dead and hollow. Feeling depressed about my face I turned my attention to my hair just to feel even worst. My dark brown almost black mass barely qualified as hair, it was more a mane, or as my rule-of-three-obsessed teacher would say, it is thick, curly and compact. I tried a few different hair styles to see if any of them would miraculously make me cute. Ponytail? two weird lumps formed right in the middle of my head, making a bowl of hair. Braid? My hair was so messy that it was impossible to get my fingers through it. Let alone separate it.  I gave up on doing anything different with my hair and threw it into its normal bun, shoved a hoodie on, and crossed the street, walking straight onto my school grounds. I could drive my beaten down car that I love so dearly, but I live directly next to my school so there's no point. Why my mother thought moving right next to my school was a good idea will forever be a mystery to me. Pros to living right next to my school; I'm never accidentally late. That's actually the only good thing I can think of.    Cons to living right next to my school; I'd rather not be able to see the school grounds from my bedroom window. Every time there was a school dance I could hear blaring music throughout the night, and the kids that ditch class to smoke pot leave their buds and trash on the sidewalk next to my house. I do smoke some of the bigger, cleaner roaches so I guess this could also be considered a plus.

Since I was still pretty early, with forty minutes to spare, I walked down to a popular coffee shop nearby to get me and my best and only friend, Jakob, some drinks with the little bit of money I had from babysitting.