Just One Summer

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I fucking hate waking up in the morning. I hate my alarm and the constant yelling of my younger sister and my mother fighting her to get out the door to make the bus. I hate pulling myself out of bed and grabbing the first thing in my dresser to wear. I hate putting on makeup and doing my hair.

At the end of it my makeup would be done, my hair half assed, and my clothes where the same thing I wore the Friday before. I do have to admit I hate Mondays the most

It was getting close to the end of the school year thank god. I was completely done with actual studying. That's a lie I never studied. A hundred words in and I already managed to Lie to you guys. You should really be on watch out for more.

I am done with school though. I was done with school at the end of the first day. My brain just wants to go places. I don't want numbers or names and dates circling my head all I want is pictures and seeing beautiful places.

I would love to travel but my mom laughs at me when I tell her that. She always asks where I plan on getting the money to travel. That is always a real kick in the ass to remember I'm broke. Doesn't matter if I work with my dad as a mechanic I still make minimum wage and spend it all on repaying my parents.

I really thought out my life haven't I? I don't want to go to college I don't want to go to school. If I'm being honest here, I want no responsibility. I want a job where I just travel and make money for it.

Yet I'm faced with the realization that I can not do that at all. I know I need a job when I get older. I know I need to finish High School then go to college, and I need to have some perfect cookie cutter house with the perfect cookie cutter husband and cookie cutter family.

That is all people want right. Become smart and rich and have a family so your kids can become snobby, rich kids who don't have to get smart to make money like you did. All you tell them to do is to study, but you constantly give them money because you feel bad for always being gone. And you are always gone because this job that is paying you so much is eating all your free time slowly draining the fucking life out of you to the point where you start hating everything and break up with your husband making your snobby kids get two Christmases, and they don't care their parents broke up all they care about is the fact that they get more shit to show off to her snobby friends and there bitchy mothers. To the point where the mothers start yelling at you about it at dick early brunches and fucking long ass wine tastes when all you fucking want to do with your life is to go to the beach and lay in the sand with a beer in your fucking hand.

That is what everyone wants right?

That's not what I want. I want to travel my goal is go to to every state in the US, and I want to go to every continent, but my goal doesn't come without money. So maybe I do marry rich? Maybe I get the cookie cutter husband so I can make up my own little cookie cutter life where I do whatever the fuck I want. 

Yet here I am sitting in the Golden Bridge high school parking lot debating whether to go in or skip the day. The only reason I pull my lazy ass out of the car is because of the text sent to me from Alex, my best friend.

I wrap my backpack around my shoulder dodging around cheerleaders and chess club winners. They always say in high schools there are really no groups it's just what they do in the movies. That is wrong there is. the jocks the nerds the whatever, there is a group for everything and there is a hierarchy for the school.

You may be wondering. Nikki? Where do you fit on the Hierarchy, and the answer is I don't know and I don't give a fuck. High school will pass and everyone who actually carried will hate the rest of their lives. Still debating if I feel sorry for those people. So for now I keep my grades up and I keep my head low. All I do around here is the news paper.

I love to write, and for a girl like me it makes sense. I stay to my head and put random crazy stories down on paper where pigs fly and clowns throw up rainbows or some shit, but because there is no creative writing I am in journalism during my time.

"Oh fuck! You're here thank god! I thought you wouldn't get my text and skip again," She says, and I roll my eyes sitting down on the desk next to hers. Mr. Greene had the ears of a bat, and if you're smart you'd know they don't work to well. We can talk about the last guy we fucked and Mr. Greene wouldn't hear a thing.

"So whats up? What is so urgent you couldn't wait until after school to tell me, Bumble?" I ask. I have always called Alex bumble, because when we were really young she used to only wear yellow and black striped leggings that made her look like a bumble bee.

"Jason we have a thing. I didn't like fuck him last night, but we got really close," She says, and I chuckle rolling my eyes. Alex likes to say she isn't a slut, but she has had about four "things" with guys in the past four months it gets crazy.

"Oh yea and what stopped you, he didn't have a condom?" I ask, laughing a little more at my joke then looking back at a blank faced Alex. I crack up more holding the side of my rib cage.  "You gotta be fucking me right now. Don't you usually bring one?" I ask.

"I made a urgent pants change right before we left to go remember? I left it in the other pants," She says, and I smile more as she attempts to push me off the table. "It's not funny it could have really gone somewhere," She says.

"One, that shit seriously could have come out of a comedy movie, and second of all you need to stop selling your body like that," I say and her eyes widen.

"I don't sell my body! I mean yes I have had sex a good amount, but I have never made anyone pay me to," She says, and I roll my eyes watching Mr. Greene write something on the board that no one can read because his handwriting is so bad.

"I mean just you have sex a lot you should actually try this thing called waiting until you find a guy who you know wants you for more than your body," I say, and she rolls her eyes.

"Jason wants me for more than my body," She huffs, crossing her arms. I hate to ruin the party for her, but I am her best friend, and I do have to protect her it is my job.

"Doesn't sound much like that now does it?" She turns to see who I was looking at, and It was Jason outside the door exploding about how he fucked the prettiest girl in the school and won a bet to all his friends. "I thought you guys didn't fuck," I say, and turn to look at her.

her whole body language has changed. I have never see her like this before especially not over a guy not liking her. She shoots out of her set and out the door as I chase behind her.

The bathroom door practically flies off the hinges when she bolts thru. she looks at herself in the mirror, and instantly begins crying. I have never seen her cry over a guy ever. I pull her into a hug, and remember doesn't matter how close we get to the end there is always drama.

There is always drama.