Initiation

Chapter 2

The next morning, my mom still wasn't home from her shift, so I got ready in my own time. Of course, this meant that I was nearly late. When I got to school, Ashlynn and Courtney were waiting for me.
"Hey Jas! Did you do something with your hair?"
"No... Why?" I demanded, looking at my chocolaty curls. There was nothing wrong that I could see.
"Oh honey. It looks like it's been attacked by a rabid racoon. Here." She handed me a 5 dollar bill. "Go get a haircut."
Quickly, I ducked inside. I don't care, I told myself I DON'T. I walked into class, and sat down. I tried to pay attention, I really did. But what's the point of calculus? 89% of people never use it in their careers. Besides, I was definitely never going to use it; I was going to try and get into a good school for being a doctor, Guelph maybe.
The day crept on. It seemed like each minute was an hour. The first semester of Grade 11 was not going well for me. I walked into my next class, bio, 5 minutes early. I walked to the back of the class and sat down, trying not to draw attention to myself. Of course, Courtney plops into the chair next to me. Great. Mr. Brown, the Bio teacher, chose that moment to walk in and announce "Turn to page 394." In his best Snape voice. He was an absolute Harry Potter nut. He always made jokes based on it, and used people like Ron Weasly in word problems all the time.
Bio was the only class I really tried in. I mean, I'm passing my other classes, and have been for years, but Bio was my best. Mr. Brown put on a video about what bone marrow does to the nervous system, but Courtney leaned over and whispered "Jas! Hey, Jas!"
"What?" I whispered, annoyed.
"Is that kid I saw you walking around with earlier your boyfriend?" She asked.
"Um, no?" I answered, confused. I think she meant Will.
"Well, you two would make an adorable know, the two freaks of the school!"
"Shut up." I told her.
Mr. Brown had noticed us talking I guess, because he paused the video and asked "Jas, is there something you'd like to say to the class?"
"No Mr. Brown." I squeaked.
He went on to say that my conversation wasn't more important than the class' education, and how everyone should be paying attention anyway. All the while I was glaring daggers at Courtney. She just smirked. Mr. Brown started the video, and the minutes dragged by.
     I somehow got through all my other classes of the day, and when the final bell rang, I decided to text Will to see if  I could stay at his place for a while. Of course, the answer was yes. His mom loved me.
"Hi Mrs. Jones! I greeted Will's mom as I walked into his house.
"How many times have I asked you to call me Linda?" She joked. "Will's in his room." I thanked her and walked up the stairs and down the hall. I knocked on his door, I heard music blaring. I opened it and Will was sitting on his chair at his computer, speakers blaring.
"What are you listening to?" I asked.
"Led Zepplin. This is art, he answered. We had a slight disagreement on music tastes. I rolled my eyes, and he pretended to be offended. I smile. Will was the best. He was 6ft2" with curly, light brown shaggy hair. He's slightly toned, and a good sprinter. He's a bit socially awkward, but in a cute way. I've never figured out why he can't find a girlfriend. We talked for a while, and played some X-box. He's a pro. Don't ever challenge him with the intent to win, you will fail, hard.
     Eventually it got dark, and I knew I had to go home. Mom was waiting for me at the door when I got home, I guess she had this shift off. "Jas," she began, "it's 11:00 on a school night, you need to take better care of your studies than that.
"Sorry" I mumbled. I didn't want to deal with this right now. Usually mom and I get along pretty well, but I was tired and so was she. I brushed past her up the steps and into my bedroom. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I had weird dreams that night, mostly of these weird symbols and the moon. They probably came from a project I was doing on Wicca, but I didn't recognize the symbols. It didn't matter though, I could barely remember the dream when I woke up.