Juliana

Chapter 1

JULIANA

I woke up to my alarm reading 5:30 AM. It was the first day of school, and I was not excited. I had never been the kind of girl that had many friends,  or participated in sports. In fact, I never really had a hobby that I enjoyed. I was never that girl that was into drama and had a boyfriend, I was that girl that just studied and focused on school. I always told myself that I didn't believe in love, and I didn't believe in miracles. When I was 9 years old, I lost all faith in everything when my grandfather died. He was my best friend, he knew all my secrets, my grandfather was my everything. Then, he got stage 4 cancer, and passed away faster than expected. However, that wasn't all that made me loose my faith. My parents divorced and my brother got really sick. My brother passed away at the age of 16 from a serious case of Pneumonia, a year after my grandfather passed. Ever since then, I have had no faith. 

I sat up in my bed and stretched. I turned my my left, and slid off the side of my bed to the floor, until I was standing. The floor felt cold as my bare feet touched it. I took a shower, and got dressed and ready for a horrible first day. I walked downstairs to the kitchen where my mom had left a note on the table, saying she had an interview. I sighed, and decided I was too lazy to make myself breakfast. I walked into the living room, and sat on the couch. I noticed my backpack was set next to the couch already packed. I turned on the news, and there was my dad. My dad was a news anchor for CNN, and sadly seeing him on the news was the only time I ever saw him. My dad left my mother after the divorce, and I haven't seen him since. I single tear fell down my left cheek, as I started thinking about what life would've been like with him in my life. I always tried to talk about my dad with my mother, but she always ignored me. 

It was time to go out for the bus. So, I picked up my backpack and threw it over my shoulders, as I walked out the door and onto my driveway. I walked to the bus stop, which wasn't far from my house. At the bus stop stood Kathy Sanders, holding a small mirror and applying lipstick. When we were little, Kathy used to be my only friend. I told Kathy everything, she wasn't just my only friend, she was my best friend. However, people change, and now we no longer talk. Kathy looked over at me, and put her mirror and lipstick away. She turned away and stared off into the distance. 

I nervously started to bite my fingernails because I felt uncomfortable. I saw the bus pulling up the road, when it reached us it stopped. I hoped that there wouldn't be many people, because I never knew where to sit. The bus doors opened, and Kathy stepped in front of me to get on the bus first. I followed behind her. The bus driver had a mustache curled on both sides, almost like a cartoon. I passed him quickly and looked around the bus. There were so many people and no seats. I walked down the aisle looking left to right to left again for a seat. Suddenly, the bus jerked to move again, and I fell into a seat next to Jacob Gordes. Jacob turned to look at me, but I couldn't see his expression because he was wearing sunglasses. I could hear my heartbeat in my chest, and I felt really uncomfortable. People on the bus began laughing and pointing saying that I must want to "do the dirty" because of how fast I fell into that seat. I closed my eyes and tried to avoid hearing the comments. 

JACOB

I woke up to my mom screaming at me to get ready for my first day of school. My head hurt because I had been at a party the night before. I smelled of alcohol, and although I didn't smoke, I smelled of weed. I slowly sat up in my bed and picked up my cellphone. The screen was filled with texts about the party and notifications for different things. I checked and answered everything on my phone for a good 10 minutes, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower. When I was done showering, I got dressed and went downstairs. There was breakfast on the table for my sister and I. I sat down and began eating. My sister whispered to me asking where I was the night before, because she had to cover for me. I told her not to worry about it, and she sighed. My mother walked into the kitchen and kissed us both on the forehead, and told us she had to leave for work. 

My mother walked out the door, yelling to have a good day. I got up from my chair and asked my sister to take care of my plate so I could brush my teeth. She nodded, and I ran up the stairs to brush my teeth. As I brushed my teeth, I began to try and remember what happened the night before, but I couldn't. I finished brushing my teeth, and picked up my bag for school from my room. I ran downstairs to my sister who was sitting on the couch watching TV. She looked at me and rolled her eyes, and I asked her what her problem was. She told me that I was stupid and she could see hangover written all over my face. I laughed because it was true, and she handed me sunglasses. I put them on and pulled out my cellphone. On the screen read a message from Kathy Sander reading, "I had fun last night, again sometime? ;)" I ignored the message because I couldn't believe I could be so stupid. Having sex with Kathy Sanders would be a huge mistake because I had a girlfriend, so I hoped that didn't happen. 

My sister and I walked out to our bus stop and waited silently. The bus approached us, and my sister stepped on first. The bus was barely filled, and my sister sat with a friend of hers. I sat in an empty seat and put my head against the window. A few of my friends got on and sat across from me. Then, Kathy Sanders stepped onto the bus, and there were only two seats left. I crossed my fingers hoping she wouldn't see me, and she didn't. Kathy sat with her friend Kaitlyn, and I felt relieved. Then another girl stepped on. It was Juliana Crooks, people always called her Juliana Books because she always had books. She trembled down the aisle, and then the bus jerked and she fell into my seat. I looked at her and then turned back. People started making fun of her saying that she wanted to "do the dirty" with me. I could tell she was uncomfortable, and I felt bad for her.