Complications

Part 1

I’m just a normal 19 year old. Okay well as normal as I can be. I have some issues. Big issues. I’m one badass angry girl and for some reason I always mess up stuff. At home I fight all the time with my parents and at school? Well let’s just say that I have a strange group of friends. I don’t even know if I can call them my friends cause they all act like bitches. I’m sorry for my language but that’s the way it is. Even though I find comfort with them since they’re the same, I don’t call them real friends.

My past drove me to become the way I am now. My parents would fight all the time while my little sister cried and cried all night long. She turned out okay since she let all her anger and tears out but I’m different. I held everything inside and it made my heart turn into ice. I wasn’t capable of loving or not much anyway. I never heard it from my parents since they were fighting all the time so I didn’t bother saying it myself.

I did tell my sister though. I had a great connection with her. She was only 2 years younger but she understood me. Even though she complains a lot about my attitude and how I act, I still love her and she’s my best friend. She tries to help me but I don’t need help. I can handle everything myself.

I keep saying that but somehow I know that I’m on the wrong path. I have bad grades, I drink a lot, I smoke a lot and well problems always find its way to me. Or do I look them up? I don’t know. Me and my friends just get in trouble a lot and we just laugh about it. I got called a lot in the principal’s office and they have asked my parents to come many times. But guess what. They never showed up so I  just sit there awkwardly. I don’t mind. I’m a big girl and so what if I’m not the typical good girl? I got my group and that’s all I need.

I wouldn’t say that our group is popular at school but everyone knows us and they know to stay away. We’re not dangerous or stuff like that, we just don’t like other people intruding our clique. There is this total other group of people. I would definitely call them popular. They are all beautiful and everyone wants to be friends with them. You always see like to main characters. One of them is Niall. He is the blond Irish boy who seems nice from what I hear. But then the thing I don’t get. His girlfriend Jenny who is like his total opposite. She is mean and always tries to show off that Niall is hers. I just don’t get why they are together.

Not any of my business anyway but just saying. Anyway I don’t like either of them. They think because of their popularity they can do anything they please. The sooner this year is over the better I think to myself. I can’t wait to get out of here! The school bell brings me back to reality. Time for Art class. That was my favourite class and the second semester started so I couldn’t wait for what we were about to learn. It was the only class were I actually felt good.

None of my friends took that class cause they weren’t into art. But it’s good that I don’t spend every hour of the day with them. In art class I can express myself. Just as I felt good and happy to take this class, I see him walking in. Why on earth him? I don’t feel like sitting in the same classroom with Mr Popular..