'Heat of the moment! Telling me what your heart meant! The heat of the moment, shone in your eyes' My alarm clock blared music. "Nooooooo, I don't want to get up yeeeeet", I grumbled to myself. I forced myself to get out of bed, and then groggily walked into the bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up.
Five minutes later and an ice cold face wash, I finally could think straight. I ran around to gather my school supplies and gathered my study guide. Rushing downstairs, I quickly made a cup of hot chocolate. I know it's weird, but I honestly don't like coffee! So in substitute, I make hot chocolate. I studied while making some scrambled eggs. When the eggs were finally done, I sprinkled cheese on them, and put my studying supplies away. Finding a seat on the giant sofa we have in the living room, I began to eat my breakfast and plan out more of my story I was writing. Okay so if Ellen's mom dies from bleeding out, what should happen next? My thoughts were interrupted by movement upstairs. But it's only 6:00, they shouldn't be up yet... I scrambled to the sink in hopes of cleaning my dishes before they came down. I heard footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs, and I rushed into the bathroom to change. Thank God I remembered to bring my actual clothes down today. Getting my things together, I swiftly snuck out the door, and started to walk to school.
Pulling out my phone and earbuds, I started to listen to my playlist. It was a Supernatural playlist, hence my alarm clock. Supernatural is this one show I like, wait no LOVE. The first song that comes on is Slow Ride by Foghat. "SLOW RIDE! TAKE IT EASY!" I blurt out the lyrics, as I start texting my friend Joannah, (she goes by Jo.)
Hey! Are you up?
A couple minutes later she texts back.
Hi! How are you doing? Did you get out before your parents woke up?
me-I'm doing fine, and I just barely made it out! They seem to be getting worse though...
Jo-What do you mean?
me-Well, I'm not entirely sure how to explain it. They just are harsher! I mean, you would think that after 1 year of boarding school, one year of pure hell for me, they would lessen their attitude! I'm still lost in the reason why they hate me so much.
Jo-You know I'm here for you, right?
I chuckle at that last text.
me- Yeah, I know. You tell me every morning. ;-)
Jo- Okay, I just wanted to remind you :-P
me- Yep, thanks.
I put my phone in my pocket and continue listening to my playlist. The next song on my playlist is one of my personal favorites. "CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON" I sing-more like scream-out the lyrics. Suddenly, I see a white car drive by... That's new. I've never seen this car before. I look at the license plate. Washington? What's a car from Washington doing in Ohio, specifically in this neighborhood? Probably, just visiting relatives. I nod to myself, brushing off the car. I memorized this street already, I mean, I kind of have to, the fact of it being my only way to school. I pretty much know all of the car schedules, all of the runners, walkers, bicyclers, all of those sorts of things. Ignoring everything else around me (but ya know, still keeping alert to make sure I don't get hit by a car, or injured by something), I tune into the music blaring into my ear as I continued to walk to school.
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I rush to my locker, jamming my backpack into it, and retrieving my supplies I need for the first two classes. These stupid lockers, I think. I can barely fit my jacket and backpack in it, let alone all these giant text books AND two inch binders! That's one of the problems of having all advanced classes in eighth grade...most of them for me count for a high school credit which is a very good thing. But imagine a 5 inch wide-only FIVE INCHES WIDE-locker to fit 4 two-inch thick binders, PLUS 3 textbooks, along with two reading books, a homework folder, a pencil pouch, AND two language arts journals. The lockers really need to be expanded. That's all I'm going to say. After finally getting my locker to close, I go to find my friends.
"Hey Justice!" one of my good friends Kevin yells. I've known Kevin since I was in 2nd grade, and despite the fact of my parents sending me to boarding school for a whole friggin year, we still somehow remained close friends. "Hey Kevin," I say waving at him. That's when the rest of my group of friends turn around, and by the rest, I mean only two people. Jo and Sammy. Sammy and I have been friends since the beginning of seventh grade, (I now am in the middle of eighth.) Despite only knowing her for a year and a half, we have become remarkably close friends. Some experiences might have influenced that. That would include the time I talked her out of suicide, and the time she helped me by allowing me to stay at her house for the weekend when my parents were almost becoming abusive. Yeah, those were fan-freaking-tastic times! But Jo and I just started our friendship the beginning of this year. She is a good person to talk to, and gives great advice. "Hey" "Hi" they say at about the same time. "So what's going on in the school today?" I ask. "Well, not much, I mean, Braden and Kyle are FINALLY together though, "Kevin responds. "It is about time!" Braden was another one of my friends. Kyle too. I knew both of them were gay, and judging by the way they looked at each other...you put the pieces together. Suddenly Sammy blurts out "There is a new girl who moved from Washington!" "Oh, cool!" I respond with a smile. Washington, huh? Wait, wasn't that where the license plate I saw this morning was from? Yeah that's what I thought. "Soooo, does she have a name?" I wonder. "Yeah, she does," Sammy laughs and rolls her eyes as she says this, "I just don't know it yet..." "Well gee thanks, you're a real help." I mockingly say. Sammy gives me a death glare. I have gotta learn how to do that!
We talk for a couple minutes after that, then I look at the clock. "Oh crap! Guys we only have five minutes to get to class!" "Oh yeah um, see you later!" they all say at about the same time. How do they do that? They never fail to do that at least once a day. I have concluded to either serendipity, or mind reading. I rush off to class, my mind in my own world. Mainly that world consists of Supernatural, and if someone was to read my mind,they would think I was some psycho, obsessed with monsters, gay ships, and classic rock music.
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Sitting down in my first period, I look around the room to see if there is anyone I don't recognize, a.k.a. the new girl. Nope, I know everyone. I let out a frustrated sigh. Heh, that kind of sounds funny if you think about it. I hear the bell ring and class begins.
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52 minutes precisely later, the bell rings. I gather my supplies and rush out the door, desperate to make it to my locker and into the classroom in time to get a good seat. One so I can search for a new girl. Okay, so this person most likely will be anxious looking, with a schedule clutched in hand, like on the first day of school. She probably- "Hey Justice!" I hear someone say. I turn around and see Braden. Oh yeah! He's in this class! I completely forgot. How did I forget? I was just so caught up in the new girl that I forgot where I was! "So I heard about you and Kyle! I'm really happy for you guys!" I cheerily say. "Thanks, we already thought of a ship name. Kraden." "See that makes more sense then Byle, because Byle sounds like bile, and bile is disgusting." "THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT KYLE SAID, I SWEAR TO GOD. I have to tell him this!" We both laugh at this but then are interrupted by the sound of the bell.
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Another 50 minutes later, and class is over. Again, rushing out of the classroom and into the maze that is the hallway-wait more like the maze in the Goblet of Fire (Harry Potter). Seriously though! It is deadly out there! I move swiftly to my locker, quickly exchanging my next books, and then scurrying off to my next class. Okay, maybe she will be in here! I find a seat and again attempt to search for the new girl. Yahtzee! I think. I see a girl with a pixie cut colored purple, wearing glasses, oddly the same ones I am wearing, and having a pretty lost expression on her face. She is pretty, wait why am I thinking like this? I AM STRAIGHT. I can't help but watch her though as she takes a seat by the teacher's desk. I remember doing that on the first day of school, more like the first week actually. I smile to myself. The bell rings after this thought, and I prepare to finally know the name of the new girl that somehow I have an attraction to.
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And That's Where it all Started
Teen FictionJustice never really thought her parents were accepting of her. It's not like she had a disease, or she was crazy or anything, they just seemed to hate her. She wasn't sure why her parents had sent her to a boarding school for a year. They just out...
