Give Me Love

Chapter 1: First Day of Jail

I wake up from my beautiful slumber by the sound I've been dreading this past summer -- my alarm clock.

Uggh. The first day of school, or should I say the first day of jail. Today I'm starting the 11 grade. Whoop Whoop almost done with highschool!

I am really not that excited. I mean yeah first day of school are pretty cool, you get to show off your new clothes and shoes. But after the first week, school goes back to the same old boring jail.

I don't want to get out of bed either, but I have to. Or my mom or dad will burst into my room telling, no not telling yelling. Yeah yelling that's more like it. Yelling at me to get up and get ready for school.

After the battle going on in my head tealling me whether I should get up or not. I get up slowly but surely.

I took a shower last night so I was good for this morning. I got up and went to my closet to choose what to wear.

I'm not gonna wear a dress, jeans, nor a skirt. So I guess the only thing left is shorts. Shorts are good.

My school doesn't reslly have a dress code. I mean yeah we have rules, but no one really follows them. But it's not like people come to school naked or anything.

"DEE ARE YOU ALMOST DONE UP THERE!" my mom yells.

"Yeah mom I'm almost done." I say when I'm not.

I grab a grey long sleved shirt that's kind of see through, so I run over to my drawer and grab a white tanktop

I get changed and go and do my hair. I don't really do anything to my hair besides run my fingers through it, but it looks fine to me.

I recently highlighted my hair, a lighter brown color than it already it is. I love it so much, it just looks so good to me. And my family and friends complemented me on it, so it must look pretty darn good.

My hair is naturally very curly. It reaches to about right past my shoulders, but when I straighten it it goes a little past my shoulder blades

I keep my makeup a little dramatic but natural. I don't really break out anyway, nor do I ever really get bags under my eyes. So I don't have to put on like concealer with powder and setting spray, that's all to much.

When I get done with my makeup I walk back over to my dresser and grab socks. I chose to wear some converse today. Out of all the shoes I have, most of them are converse. My brother says it's an obsession but I totally disagree.

Once I get done with everything I go downstairs, to eat breakfast. My mom always does this thing where she'll cook for me and my brother, well just me now, on the first day of school. It will be the first and last day for my mom to cook for me this whole school year. Well during school at least. She always cooks on the weekend or breaks and stuff.

"After you eat, will you be ready?" My mom asks.

"Yeah. Can I drive today?" I say muncing on my delicious pancakes.

"You thought I was gonna drive?" She says looking at me like I'm crazy.

"I mean yeah - well ugh....I don't know" I say laughing then continuing, "but I can't drive by myself, mom"

"I know that, Delylah" my mom says

Since I'm only 15, and you have to be 16 to get your driver's license, I obviously don't have my driver's license. I do have my permit though.

If you're wondering why I'm 15 in 11 grade let me clear things up, I was put in school early. My mom told me that she wasn't going to let me be counting blocks, so she put me in school. I couldn't go to a public school, because none of them would except me, so I went to a private school, until 1st grade when I moved here to California.