What am I to you?

Chapter 1

They say that the best years of your life will be made throughout high school and college. This will be my senior year of high school and I have the right to say that that saying is complete bullshit. I'm not saying that my previous years have been complete horror but they haven't been anything that I will remember for life.

High school is full of cliches, people who want to be different but end up falling into the stereotypes created by society. I'm not saying that I'm any different, I am what is considered an outcast. Now don't get me wrong, I don't get made fun of, I'm kind of just there. The only people in this school who know who I am are my friends. It's safe to say that any one will just remember my name when they need something from me. That doesn't mean I let myself be taken advantage of.

"Jeanette!" I groaned as my mother's voice filled my ears.

Today is the day that may change my whole life. That is if something new actually happens. It is the first day of senior year and that just means that I am one day closer to leaving this place.

I grabbed my bag and rushed down the stairs. Being the clumsy person that I am, I managed to step on my own foot and tumble down the stairs. I laid on the ground groaning in pain. A pair of clean black converse appeared in my view.

"Again? How are you still alive after falling off the stairs almost everyday?" My mother chuckled as she placed her hands on her hips.

"No mother I'm not hurt, but thanks for getting worried!" I said with sarcasm dripping from my voice.

She scowled at me before heading back to the kitchen.

You'd think that because I fall all the time I would be used to the pain of meeting the ground, but that is never the case.

I stood up and dusted off my jeans. I grabbed my bag from the ground and lazily made my way to the kitchen. I sat on one of the stools placed by the kitchen island. My mom was flipping bacon in a pan. I closed my eyes savoring the delicious smell floating in the air.

"Grab a plate and serve yourself"

"But you're already standing!"

"I'm your mother not your maid, get your lazy ass up and serve yourself some food!"

I groaned and stood up. I grabbed a plate and began placing the delicious bacon and eggs on it. As soon as my butt touched the stool I began scarfing down my food. My mother scrunched her nose in disgust earning herself an eye roll from me.

"You know, sometimes I wonder if you're actually a girl"

"Yea, me too!"

Mom chuckled at my response and shook her head. Once I was done with my food I grabbed my plate and washed it.

"Bye mom!" I shouted as I closed the door behind me. I walked toward my Prius C and tried opening the door. Right! My car is locked! I reached in my bag for my car keys. I groaned as I didn't feel them anywhere. I dropped on my knees and began taking out the items in my bag. I let out a frustrated sigh as I looked at all of my belongings on the ground but no sign of my keys. Where the fuck did I leave them?

I stood up and made my way back to the house. Mother opened the door and jiggled the keys in front of me. I smiled at her and grabbed the keys from her hand.

"When is this girl going to learn to be organized?" She muttered as she walked back into the house. I rolled my eyes and grunted as I walked back to my car and unlocked the door. I connected my phone to the car and blasted my music. I began singing, well more like shouting, the lyrics to the Korean songs.

Most people think that I'm weird because I listen to K-pop and have a soft spot for Koreans. That is just how ignorant people are.

I pulled into the school's parking lot and received weird stares for my loud music. Like I did everyday, I ignored them and turned off the engine. I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and locked my car. I walked to the front gates of the school and watched the usual groups laugh at their stupid jokes. I kept walking until I reached my locker. As usual my best friends were waiting for me there.