Gone with the Good

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"Brrrrring!"

I hastily woke from my nap during science when the bell rang. Dragging myself from the desk i stood and went to my locker for 2nd period. It was the beginning of my junior year in high school.

When I spot Sunny in the hallway I almost jump with excitement to see her. "Hey sunshine!" I scream with my voice drenched in sarcasm as sunny approaches me with her shoulder length dark brown ball of hair, a flannel, baggy ripped jeans and big black doc martins- total grunge.

"What's up J-dawg?" My name is actually Joey but she likes to change it up.

The day drags by slowly like the beginning of a story. After school my mom is waiting for me outside impatiently. I curse to myself for whatever's coming as I enter the car. "Joey Zara Lemants!" She says sternly while pulling out of the parking lot. "What?!" I snap back.

"You need to stop goofing off so much, you are barely ever home. You could easily cut back on Sunny time too." She rudely blurts out.

I stare straight ahead holding back the lump in my throat. "You can not tell me what and what not to do or who and who not to hang out with when I am the goody to shoes! I have perfect grades! I never get in trouble and yet you are still mad! What else could I possibly do!?" I say while I am just breaking down

letting the tears fall. She reaches for my knee as I shove her hand away. "Piss off" I mutter under my breathe. I see how the words hurt her and I try to convince myself it's her fault.

That night I lie awake in bed thinking about my words I had yelled to my mom. I had been ignoring her ever since. Thinking about it, I am the goody to shoes! and there is nothing for me to do about it in his god damned small town! I text Sunny trying to show my anger in the words. Even though she would not understand, Sunny doesn't give a fuck, I love that, but I can tell you, it's fucking hard to not give a fuck. I try my best to be friends with sunny just so I can get a taste from her stories of adventure and scandals. One day I will get out of this town. I will explore the world of freedom. But till then I might as well try to spice things up around here... (;

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