life sucks.
cliché quote, isn't it?
but truly, it does "suck"
life sucks for a lot of reasons when you have decent grades, a dysfunctional family, no friends, with a decent supply of money.
yeah okay before you start to judge so quickly, I'll tell you why it's so bad.
i have a -B to +C average. for me, i thought it was pretty good. but when you have a smartass older brother who is going to Cornell, which is all the way in America and we live in Sydney, Australia; your family has bigger expectations for you. which brings me to my next situation. my family.
my family is smart. like really smart. they are fun parents sometimes but they will beat your ass if you don't have a good reason on why you got a +B on a test that was "really easy." well my older brother is going to college, and then there's me and my younger sister. we are sorta like outcast. or like a litter of pigs. except there are two runts instead of one. my sister and i hate it in the house and we constantly sneak out of the house because it's boring. okay you could say I'm being a diva BUT, when your parents want you to be a higher than straight A's student standards are really high, and I haven't even met expectations.
then theres the no friends part. i used to have this friend name Calum but then he became really egotistical and left me because i wasn't cool enough. I apparently didn't reach his standards. even though when he was the new kid, I decided to befriend him. doesn't he sound like a awesome friend,,!!! but yeah once calum defriended - wait is defriended a word? well im making it one. once calum defriended me i became a loser with no friends.
and the money thing. that isnt so bad. hehehehe. except i don't have a lot. so i have to work. man i wish i was rich. I probably wouldn't qualify as a rich person though. I'm not snobby enough. sorry not sorry.
but truly, life sucks. when you aren't living life to your fullest potential and happy, you obviously don't have the greatest life. in the world.
a knock on my bedroom door interrupted my thoughts.
"tegan school starts soon get dressed" my mom said.
"okay"
"you need to leave in 50 minutes"
i rolled my eyes, "okay mom"
as soon as my mom left, i got dressed. i threw on a random t-shirt, a big ass sweater, and a pair of worn out blue skinny jeans. i brushed my teeth and went to my kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal, but then i realized there was no milk.
"mom did you not buy milk?" i said tiredly. like anybody on a monday, i was tired, like very tired.
"no sorry"
"its fine, ill just have toast or something"
......
after i finished eating i went to pack my backpack because i was too lazy to pack it yesterday because all the homework i had just wiped me out. i shoved all of my stuff into my bag, my core classes (maths, english, history, and science), band binder full of music, and random notebooks to write random things that come to her mine.
"mom I'm leaving now!" i yelled
"bye tea! see you later" my mom yelled back. i smiled and closed the door.
with my keys in my hand, i hopped in my car and drove to school.
......
school was hectic. all the jocks were vandalizing a teachers car when i got there.
while walking past them i mumbled a quiet "they are so stupid" to myself.
but apparently it wasn't to myself.
"what did you say jones?" number 34 said. i didn't care to learn anyones name at my school because i hate them anyways.
"nothing" i rolled her eyes and started to walk away but a big pair of calloused hands grabbed my waist before i could get away. i screamed and kicked the guy where it hurts and was instantly dropped and i ran off.
"fuck you jones! ill get you back for that"
......
the rest of my day was a complete blur. i went to all of my classes by herself, ate lunch by myself, the usual. but the words stuck in my head all day.
ill get you back for that. the boy said. his voice sounded familiar. it wasn't anyone i knew from the football (American) team. i only knew calum and it wasn't him. the boy had curly hair, hazel eyes, and long fingers. they were really calloused too, but it didn't seem like it was from football. his voice sounded so familiar. but i couldn't figure out who he was and it bothered me so much.
on my short drive home i thought about texting calum, just to ask who the boy was, but that might've ended up badly so i decided not to. i never deleted calums number for that just in case he prank calls me or something.
when i got home, there was nobody there because my mom was at work and my sister gets off school later than i do. so i did homework just to get it over with.
after about an hour or two i finished my homework and went to my room to take a nap. as soon as i was about to drift off to sleep, i heard my phone buzz. the caller ID read:
incoming call from: hoodlum.
what in the world does calum want? he's probably drunk or something.
should i pick it up?
i shrugged and picked it up
"what do you want hood?"
"jeez jones, chill out" he said. tegan rolled her eyes.
"what in the world do you want i honestly don't want to talk to you"
"i need your help" calum said. tegan rolled her eyes once more
"if you roll your eyes anymore you are going to see your non-existent brain" calum laughed at his own joke.
"how did you even-"
"i was your best friend, remember?"
"shut the fuck up, what do you need help with?"
"do you know a drug dealer?" he stifled a laugh. by then, tegan knew it was a prank call.
"goodbye hoodlum" i said and hung up the phone.
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a/n: thanks for reading the first chapter of this story. oh and the picture i attached gives me chest pains, i love calum hood so yeah.
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