I woke to the sounds of my mom yelling up the stairs, "Jessica! You're going to be late for your first day!" I groaned and rolled over glaring at the clock. It's way too early for this I huffed to myself. It's flipping 5:00 a.m.
After about five minutes of complaining to myself, I got out of bed and put on my greyish-black skinny jeans and threw my favorite baggy hoodie over my black tank top. And put my blondish brown hair up into it's usual ponytail still half asleep. I stumbled my way down the stairs hoping I won't fall down them--again this week.
"It's about time you got down here." I rolled my eyes at my older brother, Jonathan.
"It's too early for this," I grumbled for the 18 billionth time this morning.
Jonathan just rolled his eyes back at me and ruffled my hair. "Come on Sleepy Beauty. You're gonna be late for school."
I shuffled my way out the door leaving Jonathan in the kitchen and went into his car. He followed me and turned on the car, and I looked at him. "You're complaining about me being slow when I beat you into the car."
"Oh shut up."
"Make me." I stuck my tongue out at him and turned on the radio to hear one of my favorites songs play.
"I ponder of something great.
My lungs will fill and then deflate.
They fill with fire,
Exhale desire.
I know it's dire,
My time today.
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought,
Cause somebody stole my car radio
And now I just sit in silence.
Sometimes quiet is violent.
My pride is no longer inside.
It's on my sleeve,
My skin will scream
Reminding me of who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving.
There's no hiding for me.
I'm forced to deal with what I feel.
There is no distraction to mask what is real.
I could pull the steering wheel.
I have these thoughts so often I ought to replace that slot
With what I once bought.
Cause somebody stole my car radio
And now I just sit in silence.
I ponder of something terrifying
Cause this time there's no sound
To hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence
One thing consists of consistence.
And it's that were all battling fear,
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
Oh my, too deep, please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car had sound.
There are things we can do,
But from the things that work,
There are only two,
And from the two that we choose to do,
Peace will win, and fear will lose.
There's faith, and there's sleep.
We need to pick one, please,
Because faith is to be awake,
And to be awake is for us to think,
And for us to think, is to be alive,
And I will try with every rhyme
To come across like I am
Dying to let you know you need to try to think.
I have these thoughts so often I ought to replace that slot
With what I once bought,
Cause somebody stole my car radio
And now I just sit in silence.
*lots of 'ohhhhh's*
And now I just sit in silence.
And now I just sit in silence.
And now I just sit in silence.
And now I just sit in silence.
I ponder of something great.
My lungs will fill and then deflate.
They fill with fire,
Exhale desire.
I know it's dire
My time today
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
Cause somebody stole my car radio,
And now I just sit in silence."I smiled as the song finished because I was able to sing along to every word perfectly.
Jonathan looked at me, "Jessie, you need to get a better hobby."
I glared at him. "Are you crazy?!" I yelled. "Twenty-one Pilots are the best!"
He gave me a look as if I had two heads, then looked back at the road.
~~~
As I walk through the doors, I'm instantly tackled to the ground. "JJ!!!!!!!!!"
I groan. "Can't...breathe. Dying. Need...air."
My best friend, Luann, loosens her grip on me. "Heh. Sorry. Just didn't see you in forever!"
I look at her. "It's been two days, LuLu."
She rolls her eyes at me. I smirk at her because I know that she hates the nickname I have given her when we were in 3rd grade.
She helps me up and starts jumping up and down like a nincompoop. "Can you believe it?! We're Seniors!" She's starts to shaking me. "JJ! Last year of high school then we can move to Florida like we've wanted to!"
I put my hands on her shoulder. "Calm down will you, everything's going to be fine."
She smiles, getting the reference I made, and added, "You aren't gonna tear any wonky holes in the fabric of space and time."
We both quoted, "Well, it's more like a rug really, oh, never mind." Then started to laugh.
We walked up and down the corridors talking about miscellaneous things. "So, how do you think it's gonna be this year?" I asked.
"I bet there is gonna be more drama then ever, because nowadays people become more immature, before they become more mature."
I rolled my eyes and nodded, "Ain't that the truth." We headed to our first hour class, gym, even though we had about fifteen minutes yet before the bell.
"Hey JJ! You should come over to my house today. I have to give you something," Luann told me in a sing-songy voice.
I glared at her. "Luann Elysia. You know that I don't like surprises."
"You'll like this one! I promise!"
"Just tell me what it is, and I'll let you know if you're telling the truth," I persisted, hating the feeling of being curious.
"Nope! You gotta wait till you come to my house!" She sprinted off before I could say anything else. I chased after her, and tackled her.
"Hey! No fighting in the gym!" The gym teacher, Coach Cronin shouted. Luann smiles innocently up at me,considering I still had her pinned to the ground.
"Ugh. I hate you."
"No you don't!"
I huffed and got off of her. "I know....buttmunch." She laughed and helped herself up and started prancing away.
I just shook my head and thought to myself. "This is gonna be one heck of a day."
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Life Full of Surprises
RandomJessica Janell Davidson is just an average girl. She's the type of girl that prefers fewer friends that are closer to her than many acquaintances. She listens to a lot of alternative rock, and is perfectly fine with being the quiet yet weird girl. ...