Baby, You're a Buzz Kill

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My life has always been completely and utterly plain. I had two normal parents with normal jobs. I had a normal family that consisted of said parents and a sister. I had two normal best friends. I went to a normal school. I kept up a normal three point five grade point average. I was the regular teen that played volleyball and did cheer leading. I had a normal crush on a guy that never looked my way. I had a normal house on a normal street with a normal mail box. And most of all, normal things on normal days happened to normal me at normal times.

So you can see how it would be a surprise when three days before school began again, my life was sudden chaos.

Our neighbor lady, the old one that had a large nose and wrinkled hands, tripped over our mail box, busted her forehead and died in our driveway. That was on Monday. Which meant I had to skip open house for my senior year.

On Tuesday my sister came home from the movies with her supposed boyfriend and announced she was pregnant. She's nineteen, still living at home, and she doesn't know who the father is. My parents freaked out. I was given the car keys and told to drive to the library so they could try and kill her. Not literally, but I'm sure they wanted to.

That same day, Tuesday, I had minded like the good kid I am and went to the library. Only to find out that it had burnt to the ground twenty minutes before I arrived. Police officers were talking to the rude librarian and so I didn't take my time to ask what happened. I ended up finding a small restaurant and went inside to eat. My phone was my only company. I probably looked like a loser.

Wednesday my family invited aunts, uncles, and cousins over for a party before the school year officially started. We did left over fireworks from the fourth of July and had a big barbeque. It was really fun until my cousin, Carrie, caught on fire. She now has missing patches of blond hair and her forehead is covered in blisters. Sparklers are something she's not a big fan of anymore . . .

By Thursday I was actually really worried about all of the possible situations I could end up in. That's when everything really changed though. The craziest most absurd thing happened. Who would of thought I, Heaven Sophia Jayne, a normal seventeen year old senior with a normal mail box that an old lady just happened to die in front of, would knee a teacher in a males most sacred places. Yes, my whole life changed on that day of the week; Thursday.

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“How about this?” Neveah asked holding up a red sweater with my high schools logo across the front. She pushed blond hair from her face and grinned while searching through my closet. “Or this? This is so cute!”

I rolled my eyes and slipped back under my thin blanket. “Veah, I love you, I really do, but please go away. Besides, it's still summer – I'm not going to wear sweatshirts or hoodies.”

She huffed and jumped onto my full size bed with me. “It's just . . . I don't get to do this stuff anymore. My life is so boring. And I'm trying to avoid mom and dad.” Her thin fingers pulled the covers off of me and smiled creepily. “At least let me dress you for your first day as a senior?”

“Neveah Bailey Jayne get your butt down her right now!” My moms angry voice called from down the stairs.

My only sister groaned and trudged to the door, her blond hair bouncing with her jerky movements. I, however, silently thanked my mom for calling her down when she did or I would most likely be stuck with something I didn't want to wear.

I jumped out of my comfy bed and padded to my closet. A plastic blue container with three drawers sat in the far corner of the small space I called a closet. With in at least a minute of searching though the messy clear box like drawers I found a pair of jean shorts I didn't mind wearing. They weren't slutty and they weren't trashy. They were fine for a hot day like today.