I'm Different

Chapter 1

I barely got a 3.0 GPA. But hey, at least I made it. You know, I shouldn't be stressed by it. High school is over. Im done. I can do anything now. Well...before I go to college, that is.

Why is life like this? Kids learn about things they don't need, and for what? Getting good grades just because-no. Nope...I'm not gonna argue with myself about this...again.

I'm just gonna relax and eat my chips. Oh and maybe I should paint-

*ring*

Marissa would like to FaceTime

This girl I swear. I love her to death, but sometimes she calls just to ask me one question and make me stay on the phone so I can watch her eat animal crackers. It gets annoying at times, but a friend is a friend.

"Hey Marissa what's up?" I said, eating my bag of Ruffles.

"Oh you look cute today."

Looking down at my clothes, I see that I have my cheetah onesie on. "What?"

"Your cheetah onesie. It's cute."

"Oh. Thanks."

"Hey so can you go to the bonfire?" She says, picking at her chipped nails.

"Oh...I didn't ask." I mean, I know I get bored just reading and eating, but I don't feel like going to a beach party with people I don't know. I just don't think I'll have fun so why would I force myself.

"Then ask."

"Marissa...I kinda don't wanna go..."

"Why?! It's gonna be fun, trust me. Kermit's gonna be there." Kermit is part of our 3 person group. Her actual name is Jessica but we call her Kermit...it's a long story.

"Marissa. I don't want to go." I said, annoyed.

"Bitch."

"What, just because I don't want to go?"

"No! Because you didn't even ask!"

Maybe it's because every time I make plans with you, something goes wrong and I get yelled at by my mom. But that's true, I should at least make an effort to go. I'm not gonna do anything anyway.

"Fine, I'll ask. Geez. Happy now?"

"Yes."

"Good."

The next hour and 45 minutes of my life was spent discussing the problems she has with her prom date...

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"Gotta go. My phone's about to die."

"Okay. Text me later."

"Marissa again?" My mom asks, walking into the living room.

"Yeah. Did you bring food?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna make carnitas."

"Ok."

"FOOD!" My sister, Sabrina, screams from her room.

"Does she always have to scream? I just got off of work and I'm already getting a headache." My mother works at a court house. She works with the attorneys and the clerks, sometimes with the judges. Her job is kind of stressful because she helps make errands for people and deal with a lot of the crazy people going into court which can cause safety issues, but hey, she loves her job. As long as she enjoys it, it's all good.

"We love you too, Mother." I say, hugging her from behind.

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"SABRINA! FOOD!"