The State of Confusion

Just What I Need, Another Hinderance

First day of school ended pretty swell. I grabbed my stuff and packed it into Jennifer's car, a silver Honda Civic. Jennifer, my best friend of eight years, had long eyelashes that prevented her from wearing glasses because they would sweep against her lenses every time she blinked. Her hair was medium length, just passing her shoulders, and the same shade of brown as her eyes- milk chocolate. She was about 5'6, which made her taller than me, and she was more filled out than I was.
"Meet any chicos interesantes hoy (interesting chicos today)?" Jennifer laughed as she put the key in the ignition.
"Sí, se llama Asher (Yes, his name is Asher). He told me to call him Ash, but I mean he's more of an ass to me." I smirked.
"Hmmm last name?"
"No clue, but he has depressing- blue eyes, burnt- sand colored skin, hair the color of crap, and full of muscle that might've been a result of steroids?"
"My goodness, honey, do you not like him?"
"I hate him actually."
"Oh, I couldn't even tell by your description." She laughed turning up the radio.
"He's a bit of a jerk."
"Jerk? Hmmm. I know who you're talking about. Honey, that's Asher Griffin! You know? Blackwood? He's on the basketball team? CAPTAIN of the Basketball team!" She was basically screaming.
"Oh, that's 'The Black Griffin'?"
"YES!"
"He told me to call him Ash though?"
"He probably likes you!"
"Whatever. I could really care less. He's a complete douche for starters. But sadly, we have AP History together."
"What teacher?"
"First period Schiller."
"SCHILLER?"
"I know."
"Dang. Sorry, honey, but that means he can basically do whatever he wants in that class! Schiller loves the sports people. You're done... screwed actually."
"I know." I rolled my head back and closed my eyes before I punched something out of frustration. Jen pulled up to my house, and I thanked her and hugged her, as usual, and grabbed my bag and Viola. I made my way to the house.
We lived in a one story home. Red bricked, brown doors, and two windows decorated with white curtains on each of the four walls. Our lawn was empty. There were three flowers, probably wild flowers, since I didn't garden and neither did that incredible brother of mine. The stone path way led to the porch. Our porch was small, dusty blue, and about to give out with every creaky step.
When I entered the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks. It was almost like a deer in head lights. Standing their in utter horror and confusion. I could feel the room start to spin. My eyes landed on the floor. My head felt like it was about to fall off. My eyeballs started to sweat. One tear pushed its way down my cheek. I could hear my heart in my chest. I looked up and stared, not able to blink. A lump the size of Jupiter formed in my throat, and a pit grew in my stomach.
"Pen..." She said and gave me a weak smile.
I exhaled, almost inaudible, "Mom."