31 Days Of Dean

Exotic Or Nah

Mom i'm leaving" I yell throwing my bag across my shoulder while running into the kitchen for my car keys.

" What? You didn't even eat breakfast." Her fairytale like voice stop me. Her auburn red hair is tied into a bun and her green eyes stare at me. I had always compared my mom to a fairytale. She had really soft features and a singsong voice.

" I know, but I'm running late. I-"

" I made waffles." She sulk. This was always like her to make me feel guilty.

" WAFFLES!" My 8 year old brother run into the kitchen.

" Give it to Clark." God knows he can eat like 6 waffles.

" I make a move to run out the kitchen but I run into a tall figure.

What now?

"Make her a plate. She'll eat it on the way to school." My dad said.

I groan annoyed and check my phone for the time. 8:24. My school starts at her 8:30 and it's 20 minutes away. I'm going to be so late. I love my parents but they're never punctual for anything and their bad habit is starting to rub off on me.

"Okay. I'll eat on the way to school but can we hurry up here?"

My dad's broad back black the fridge as he search for something. My dad played football in high school and college so he pretty much had the physical features of one. Standing at 6'6 with muscles for days he was pretty intimidating.

" Her honey. Have a good day at school." Mom hands a plate to me.

" Thanks." I said and dash out the door to my truck.

My truck wasn't the best. 1993 coverlet pickup. It was a working progress. I start it up and it make and awful noise. My dad promised me if i made a working 4.5 gpa he'll get me a new car. One from this decade.

The ride to school was pleasant. I regret not accepting the pancakes when my mom offered them. They we're delicious!

I arrive at school late as usual. I go to the main office to get a late pass before going to my locker. Then I run down the empty hallways then the staircase to the scenario hallways that was on the second floor.

I dial in my locker combination and curse kicking my locker when it didn't open. I try again and then a 3rd time.

What the suck? I curse mentally. Open you stupid shit. I kick the locker. I look and my eyes London the number. 415.

My locker number is 416. Stupid Sinai.

I finally arrive at my locker 1st block. Pre-Calculus.

As the door open all heads turn towards me.

" Ms.Blake I was wondering when you was going to grace us with your presence."Mr.Cooner greet me.

I wanted to give a sneaky comeback but considering i was half an our late.

" Sorry." I apologize and hand him the yellow slip.

" Have seat and we're working on page 325 in the book." He said as I make my way to my seat.

Mr.cooner is a cool teacher. He's a round man with a beer belly maybe in his 40s.

" Hey Siani." A girl greet me.

" What's up Carol." I smile and take the empty seat next to her. Me and carol have two classes together she's the only person i really talk to in this class considering everyone else here is a complete airhead.

" Did you see the new guy." She ask.

New guy? I must have been caught up. That i hadn't notice things i now notice. The group of girls who kept glancing back every now and then. I wanted to know what they look like but i didn't want to look like. everyone else who acts like he's an exotic animal or something.