I give one last look in the mirror, thinking about how my mom always says that my 17th birthday will change everything. But the weird thing is that she never really said how it would change.
Tuning away from the mirror I say, " well I don't look different and I certainly don't feel any different." well besides the ache I feel over most of my body , I think to myself while climbing down the stairs .
" Good Morning , Izabella happy birthday. " my mom says while drinking her usual cup of coffee .
"Morning mom , how did you sleep." I ask knowing that her insomnia has been acting up more lately since dad had to go out of the state for work.
" It was better , so how are you do you feel any different today ? " she says with look in her eyes that I don't know how to take .
" nope don't feel any different just older ." I say back taking a quick glance at the clock . " but I got to go school starts soon don't want to be late again." I say while quickly gathering my stuff, and yelling a good bye to my mom as I walk out the door and start my 10 minute journey to school.
I walk into school feeling very frustrated , because as soon as I got as far as my neighbors house their dog tried to eat me , when usually he is very sweet. then I turn the corner the news paper guy decides slings one at my head. just as I finally get to school my backpack decides it wants to have a long distance relationship with the door .
I sigh walking into the office for a late pass again today , at least I'm not the only one today I think as I see about five other students in front of me.
I notice out of the corner of my eye that there's this boy starring at me ,and not in a good way either .
I turn to ask him if he's got a problem when this girl charges into and says , " Lark ! ,I don't call that discrete . know stop looking at that girl again or your going to creep her out." the strange girl says while shooting me a Look. I look to the "lark" guy while he says, " why sis I have no idea what you talking about ." then he takes his leave but not before he gives me one more look.
I grab my pass , and start to walk out when I have a head on collision with a brick wall . but that wall isn't a wall it happens to be boy and big boy at that but I've never seen him before . I begin to pick up all my stuff I look to see him with my art pad , that I could have sworn I left at home on my bed , from drawing last night .
"hey don't look at that its private ." I say while snatching it ,and when I do our hands brush and I feel all this electricity running straight though my hand. kind of like when you run In socks on carpet then touch a doorknob. " sorry just trying to help , are those your drawing ? " I stood there in shock , speechless over what had just happened . " uh yeah their mine , got to go " I quickly say while basically running down the hallway.

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Teen FictionSanity is what I question most these days. Taking in my current situation who wouldn't. Only a chosen few were given this responsibility, and at my age responsibility wasn't taken seriously till now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " Iza...