I listened to my mom rant about how my dad drinks too much.
I would contribute to the conversation, but that would only drag it on.
So I patiently waited until she calmed down.
"As long as he doesn't come home with more beers tonight. I still can't believe I saw him drunk when I came home. It was four in the morning for god sakes! He once had come home sick. Or with a chinchilla.." I could tell she was do caught up in thought so I just smiled and picked up my backpack, "Gotta go "
I said as I walked out after exchanging goodbyes.
I walked to school. My car had broken down.
Everything seemed to have been the same.
Same colors. Same lockers. Same teachers. But word has gotten out that there is new kids. Not just a new kid. But kids. But new 'hotties'. And he was loaded.
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I slammed my locker, a book spread on top my two hands. I flipped the page. I was growing hot in my hoodie, but I couldn't help it.
I felt as if everyone were to roll their eyes at me
This was my third time reading if I stay.
I was suddenly forced to make hard contact with the floor, my arms clawing at the air for something to grab hold, turning up with nothing.
I groan.
My body is sprawled across the floor, and most importantly, my page is lost.
Queen bitches strikes again.
i visually tense. "Oh- I'm tired of this! I just got here and I'm tired of you. I can't stand this. I just can't. You three will not just come in my life and-" I stopped ranting whist picking up my fallen objects when I realized.
Everyone was quiet. Edging me to stop. Now, I know if this was a cleche story I'd meet eyes with... of course, the new boy.
My luck here is astonishing.
Was it anger in the dark brunettes eyes. Or confusion. I finally decided mostly confusion overpowered his cloudy brown eyes. What did I get myself into?
