Hidden Secrets of Highschool (On Hold)

Chapter 4

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The sounds of pots clanging and footsteps aroused me from my sleep. I didn't even remember going to sleep. Crawling out from my plush full bed, I grabbed my softball bat and slowly walked towards the noise. Jumping in the kitchen with my bat raised I yelled out, "FREEZE!!!"

"OH MY GOSH !!!! ASHLEEY ANNETTE ROSHANIQUANIQUA ROGERS , (pronounced, ash-lee, ann-et, rosh-a-nee-qua-nee-qua, rog-ers) WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!" my mother, Sarah-Lee yelled. I always hated that middle name. It is SUPER ghetto. She was wearing gray slacks with a white blouse. My mother is the kind people would look at and call beautiful. She's 5'6"  and has almond shaped chocolate brown eyes, a nose that fit her face beautifully, medium sized pink lips, high cheek bones and naturally straight silky black hair that fell to the middle of her back. All to which I inherited except for her hair. I got mines from my father who I wondered where he was. My mother and I could practically be twins. To me, my mother could be a model if she wanted to. She had the figure and the beauty at the age of 34. Yup, you guessed right. My mother had me at the tender age of 17.

"MOM!!! What are you doing banging pots around at -" squinting, I looked at the clock on the white microwave, "- 7:27 in the middle of the freaking night?!?! Oh wait, never mind." Dropping the bat, I sheepishly looked up at my mother.

"Yes, Ash, I'm cooking dinner at 7:27 in the evening. Your father an I do have to eat. You do want dinner right? I'm making some mac-and-cheese. Go get me the shredded cheese and cream cheese from the refrigerator will you darling? Thanks. Oh and while you're doing that, you can tell me what exactly happened today in school, because I recieved a phone call from the principal telling me that you missed seventh, eighth, and ninth period." my mother ordered me.

Sighing, I went over to the fridge and pulled out what my mother told me to get, along with a can of Dr. Pepper. Popping the can open, I took a drink, swallowed and recounted all what happened to my mother leaving out the part about Blu.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Ash, come on. Honey, you cannot be getting into trouble. It's too early. You just started a new school. You will NOT get kicked out of this school. So I expect you to shapen up," my mother scolded me. "Get the canary out of the cabinet and set it on the stove. You can start the sauce for the macaroni."

Hey, I think I forgot to mention that my mother makes her macaroni and cheese form scratch. she doesn't go for the Kraft mac-and-cheese with the artificial cheese packets. Honestly, on any given day I'd make that one to save me the trouble of making it from scratch. But making it from scratch is always worth it. My mothers macaroni is THE best in the world. No one can compare to it. Shoving my curly and unruly black brown shoulder length hair from my face, I placed the cream cheese in the pan and added some milk. I heard the distinct sound of my cell phone announcing that I recieved a text message.

*TWEET TWEET, TEXT MESSAGE*

Dashing up the stairs, I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. Frowning I looked at the number. Shaking my head, I unlocked my phone and read the message.

*Goodnight newbie, dont forget i will be picking u up around 7:45 tomorrow. sleep tight.*

What the hell??? How did this guy get my number? Quickly hitting the bar at the bottom, I responded to his message, a frown growing on my face.

*ummm, how on earth did you get my number.?? O_o  ~Ash<3*

Not even a full minute passed before I heard my text ringtone sound.

*I have my ways ;)*

*dude, thats creepy, but seriously, how did you get my number.? ~Ash<3*

**sigh* ur no fun. do u kno that? but facebook. u really shouldnt leave ur profile unlocked like that. ny1 could get ur # if they wanted it. =/*

Oh shoot. I totally forgot about that.

*oh. i guess i'll go change my privacy setting then. but dont i really need a ride. ~Ash<3*

Hey, wait a minute, this guy drives? Curiosity getting the best of me, I quickly sent him another message.

*you drive.?? what kinda car/jeep/vehicle thingy do you drive.? ~Ash<3*

*lol, u really are a nosy thing. u'll see tomorrow. night.*

I just looked at the message and was debating on whether to reply when i heard my fathers booming voice from downstairs.

"CUPCAKE!! dinners ready in 20 minutes, come set the table!!" 

Sighing, I dropped my now forgotten phone and headed toward the dining room. My father, Jonathan Rogers, was a very well built man at the age of 36. He's 5'11" and is very handsome. He has curly brown hair, which i obviously got. Walking past the kitchen, I saw my parents embracing and kissing. Yuck. They still act like they're teenagers and are clearly very much in love. I'm still surprised my parents marrige lasted this long. Not that it's a bad thing. Once my father found out that my mother was pregnant with me, he wanted to marry her immediately which was sweet, but my mother thought that marrige wouldn't sovle the fact that she was pregnant so I was born a bastard. My father never gave up though, 3 years later, she finally said yes, and they got married. Pulling out the silverware, I set the table and went into the livingroom to wait till the food was ready.

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