My mother is surprised to see such reaction in me, since I'm usually cold.
"You're back", I repeat. Its been 6 years since I've last seen her.My mother thought it was best to send her away when Dad...left.She was only 9 at the time, and my mother couldn't even take care of herself, let alone a child. I was able to cook and support myself though.
"How was private school?", I ask, trying to stick to positive subjects.
Oh how wrong I was...
"Man it blows! All the girls are obsessed over the guys at your school. It's like all they care about, it's pathetic. And the school mascot is a chicken. A chicken, Vale. Ever heard of a courageous and bold chicken? It's absurd. And the teachers don't even care if we eat or play in the class, they're so childish". Quinn goes on and on about how her school sucked and how their music program was a complete failure.
"Why not go to my school?", I bite on a piece of toast, expecting her to cringe. Again, I was wrong.
Her face lights up like a Christmas tree, a smile from ear to ear. She rushes over to my mom, who's working on her famous grilled cheese sandwich. Tugging at her apron, my mother almost falls back when Quinn jumps up and down ecstatically. "Can I Ma, can I?!", I've never seen Quinn this happy before. Not since before....
After a long, cold and hard war, my mother finally waves the white flag. It's official, she starts her junior year at Glensworth first thing on Monday. I'm excited, now we get to go shopping for school supplies!
I take a step back, taking a moment to breathe. School supply shopping. Me, excited about school supply shopping. Jeez, I'm becoming like a... like a mom....
I shudder.
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Throughout the weekend we spend time shopping for clothing. Since Quinn had to wear uniform, I have to be her fashion police. Nail me into a grave if you think I'm letting my sister turn out like the Populars, always picking on people and wearing the latest Victoria's Secret thongs. Oh, and let's not forget the oh so shiny lip gloss that smears alll the football jocks' lips. I mean I'm not one to judge, but they're the vultures of the social pyramid. The Gods. Or devils, either work.
"Okay, first things first, don't hang out with the Harry Potter clique." We flip through some flannels on a rack at Yearning's, my favourite go-to clothing shop. She frowns.
"But we love Harr-" I quickly cut her off. Oh the things she has to learn about Glensworth.
"No. We don't. At Glensworth, sometimes you have to hide the best things about yourself. You'll get picked on about what you like, or don't like. So, unfortunately, in order to keep our dreams and hearts safe, we have to choose who and who not to trust over at Hell High." I continue talking as I skim over some bracelets and hair bands.
"Next; befriend the geeks and nerds. No one likes them, so it's pretty easy to make a friend apart of that clique. They are your number one source of education. Oh no, not the teachers. You may think so, but they never stay before or after school so you'll have no luck in trying to study. And another thing, no matter what you do, by all means, set boundaries with you geek friends. You don't want them getting the wrong idea and try to make a move on you." I pick out a Pink Floyd bracelet and make her try it on. Beautiful.
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Faux Souls
FantasyVale Jadestone is an average girl, has an average mother, goes to an average high school in an average town. What happens when something not so average happens, and she has to choose between family, or survival?
