The UnBeautiful

The Unbeautiful Chapter 4

I walked out to the parking lot pissed. I went to my car and slam the door shut once I got in. I turn on the engine and sped out of the school. People say I drive to fast. That what Rose says because I drive her home sometimes.

I was going down the street at 79 miles per hour. Once I passed a donut shop I saw a police car and it's light went up.
Today is not my day. Maybe I should go home and sleep . Yeah that sounded good after my mom kills me because I'm
most likely getting a ticket.

The police officer came and tapped on my window. I rolled my window down and he poked his head in . "Josey?" Crap. Did I mention Rose's Father is a officer. "Hi Mr.Jackson" I say as I rest my head against the steering wheel. He sighed and then asked "Would you like to explain why you where driving 79 mph " He actually said "MPH" I stared at him apologetically.

"Sorry , I was trying to go home." he looked taken back "Aren't you suppose to be at school?" I nodded. "Well why aren't you?" I sighed and put my hand on my forehead .

"If you look closely Im wearing liquid on my brand new shirt and food on me." I said calmly. He looked at me will concern. "What happened?" he asked. "Amber." He shook his head "I don't see why you put up with her." Finally an adult understands. My mom always says I should 'be nice to her. And that she is so innocent.' Yeah innocent my ass.

"In all honestly I don't know." I trailed off. He then sighed again "Okay Josey. Next time please slow down " He said and let me off with a warning. When he was about to walk away.

Hes like a second dad to me. Im pretty close with him. My Real father left my mom when she told him she was pregnant with me and so I basically call never had a father figure in my life until I was 11 years old. The guy is nice kinda. I not so close with him but he expects me to call him dad, so I do. I don't really need a dad though I would like one. My step father is 39 years old. Hes handsome, but for an old guy to date my mom. Hes always working. So most off the time its me and my mom. My mom is my idol . My mom is only 34. She got pregnant with me at the young age of 15 and had me at 16. Shes like my mom , my dad, my best friend, and like a sister wrapped in one. Shes incredible. She doesn't need to work anymore since my step dad Steven is a Doctor.

I guess you can we have a nice house and nice things but trust me before he came, we were just about living on the streets, living with my moms friends and family members.

But that all changed. I honestly don't take anything for granted. Especially money.

I pulled up into the drive way of a large two story house which I call home. Once I got out I walked up my front door unlocking it and walking in. "Honey is that you?" Im greeted by the smell of cookies. Yum. My mom walked out with a rag in her hand. "Why are you home so early?" she asked walking over to me feeling my head as if I was Ill. "No mom I'm fine." I smiled at her. "Then whats wrong." she asked with a worried expression on her face.

I sighed and walked her to the kitchen to the cookies and placed one in my mouth letting the chocolate chip melt in my mouth. Oh man I love when she cooks. Especially when she bakes. "Honey why is your clothes wet?" she asked . I looked down at my brand new shirt. Its not completely ruined? "Amber." I say sitting down. "Amber.." she trailed off thinking of a Amber she knew that would go to this extent to ruin my new shirt. "I only know one Amber and The Amber I know wouldn't do this." oh but you're wrong mom she would. Matter of fact she would be delighted to do more.

"Well its that exact Amber. Amber Britts" Just saying her name made me want to stab her in the eye with a sharpened pencil. She gasped . "No she would never-" I cut her off .

"Mom .. Shes been bullying me for a while." I shoved another 5 cookies in my mouth.

"Wait what ?! Why didn't you tell me?" she raised her voice. "Im gonna go to the school, and get the principle involved and-" I got up and let her finish her rant .