The Battles We Face

chapter 1

 (Hey baby blueberries! Maddie here ((: Hope you enjoy this, not really sure how I feel about it. Give me some opinions!!)

  Sitting there listening to the music, I wasn't really thinking. All I could do was sit there staring into space. I loved when I could do that, and couldn't stand when I broke out of it. Number one pet peeve right there, ladies and gentlemen. Having said that, you can see why I was so irritated with what happened next.

  "Ellison! Pay attention dear. You can't afford another detention," snapped my teacher. I sighed and looked up at her. Smiling a little too sweetly, I said,"And you can't afford anyone to spill the texts I took a picture of on your phone last detention."

   The bell rang, and I walked by picking up the detention slip out of Ms. Thatcher's hand. She hated me, and was my last period. My locker was jammed tight and gave up on me that very moment when three of four binders came crashing down onto the floor noisily. Muttering words under my breath that even satan wouldn't be proud of, I shoved it all back in before grabbing my bag and phone, heading to Ms. Thatcher's room again.

    She smiled tightly at me and I took a seat, plugging in my headphones. Twenty Øne Pilots rang throughout my ears as I hummed softly to the song and started in on my homework. I knew deep down Ms. Thatcher didn't hate me, she just needed the company as much as I did. Some of my favorite relationships were the ones where there was an unspoken understanding with each other. Maybe you both thought something different, like I thought we both needed the company, but maybe Ms. Thatcher thought we both just weren't understood. When I think about it, it's both things to be honest. I smiled slightly to myself and checked my phone again.

     I had exactly 20 minutes left and a math sheet to finish. Changing the song, I got out my calculator out and swiftly got through the torture of decimal work. The scrap piece of paper sat on my desk, glaring back at me as I gripped the pencil. I just sat and stared. I don't know how long I sat there, my mind blank and black but at the same exact time working around an idea. My shoulder was tapped and I snapped out of my daze quickly. Ms. Thatcher walked away after I nodded. She got to work on stacking our unused text books on a shelf in the back due to it almost being the end of the school year, and I dropped the note I wrote for her on her desk before leaving as quickly as possible. I breathed a sigh of relief after walking out of school.

     Only a few cars remained in the parking lot, mine included. I had a small, odd car from the 80's that weirdly I just fell in love with. I smiled and shook my head to myself, looking down at my converse I always had on my feet while I unlocked my car. Leslie purred to life as I ran my hand through my hair. I sang along loudly to my favorite song blaring out of the radio, instantly forgetting about shitty school and pathetic problems that wouldn't matter in 10 years. I stopped my obnoxious singing abruptly when I saw a group of kids hanging out of the entrance and/or exit of the school. There was a huge cement sign saying "Baker High School" and a picture of our mascot etched in, but sadly a group of kids seemed to think it was the shit to hang out by it. I sighed and waited till it was safe to turn, slightly irritated by the traffic out. I heard a sharp intake of breath and whipped my head to the side looking out my window.

    Low and behold, there sat a kid with a cigarette hanging from his fingers and a smirk falling off his face slowly. I locked my eyes with his and just stared. We both sat there frozen in place, and neither looked away. I didn't even take in his features, even if I know I'd regret it later, I didn't. Then, cliche or not, a honk beeped out from behind me. I stuck my middle finger out window and took my turn onto the next road. I swear I heard a chuckle, but my sanity probably isn't 100% here so ya never know. The drive home always helped me clear my head and I felt refreshed as I pulled into my driveway.

    My aunt wasn't home but she didn't get home till 6:00. "JASPER! C'mere baby," I said. Jasper was a huge boxer and my best friend. He has been since the day I found him on the streets of the square, tired and hungry. I fell in love with the goofy dog obviously. He padded into the living room and I made my way to my room, exhausted. My phone had notifications which obviously had me checking my phone. My aunt Lennie was outside and asked me to go to Walmart with her. I declined because I was in such such a shitty mood.

  auntie len♡: be ready to have dinner tomorrow with my friend and her kid. his names Mikey. he sure is a looker lol (;

   Laughing, I replied with an "OH lord" and laid down in bed. Jasper curled up to me and I drifted into sleep trying to get rid of my shitty mood.

    

 
        My eyes blearily opened, and I screamed at the sigh above me.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"