Hello, Chicago. (ON HOLD- RECONSTRUCTION)

Chapter Four

"So where were you today..?" Aunt Jen questioned, spinning the spaghettit baloneize on her plate round and round with her fork.

"I just went to a book store around the block." I said, not even bothering to lie since she already knew I went out when she was gone. "I'm seventeen, you don't need to baby me." Aunt Jen looked up from her plate with a frown and sighed.

"Genvieve, that's right, you are seventeen. Technically, you are still a child." I didn't bother responding and stood up, scarping my plate into the trash and placing it in the sink.

"I won't do it again." I started walking to my room and mumbled a mere, "Goodnight." closing the door behind me as I turned the light on in my room. Everything was mostly unpacked, but a few boxes were still laying around, awaiting opening. Romulus was on my bed, sleeping soundly with his paws stretched out, belly exposed. Sometimes I could have sworn Romulus was born a dog, not a cat. I pulled out some sleeping pills from my side table and shoved one in my mouth, swallowing it whole. I had to keep them a secret from Aunt Jen, or she probably would have sent me to a hospital saying I was trying to OD. I tossed of my hoodie and jeans and crawled into bed with Romulus, waiting for the pills to kick in and before I knew it I was out.

"Time to go to school!" Shouted Aunt Jen, as she tugged on my arm. "Come on sleepy head!" My eyes fluttered open at the sound of school, as I sat up.

"School? Already? We just got here." I yawned and scratched my head as I dragged myself out of bed and opened my wardrobe full of clothes.

"I know, but we can't have you missing too much of school or you won't be able to graduate." She said with a smile.

"Whatever." I sighed. "When does it start?"

"Hmm... twenty minutes?" My eyes opened wide as I turned to look at the dusty clock on the wall. I shooed Aunt Jen out as I quickly changed into a pair of black leggings, combat boots, and a flannel with another one of my many band t-shirts under it. I rushed to the bathroom, combing through my curly hair with my hands and brushed my teeth as quickly as humanly possible.

"Crap...crap...crap." I said peering at the clock every passing minute. I shoved a few notebooks and pencils as well as my phone and beats into a bag and ran out the door with directions written on my hand in messy black ink. I had around seven minutes to reach school, which was a little over a block away. I stopped jogging and weighed my options. Be late on my first day of school or waste precious energy to arrive a minute or two earlier. I guess I could settle with being late. I put my beats over my ears and turned on one of my favorite songs, "Wake me up" by avicii. I hummed the tune as I followed the directions on my hand until the sound of my music was clouded by the sound of a roaring engine approaching me. I turned back to look at the car being so annoyingly noisy as it pulled up next to me. A boy with brown curly hair poked his head out the window, smiling at me devilishly. I noticed his eyes were blood shot and his face was pale. He was obviously stoned.

"Hey... hey sweetheart." He coughed. "Need a ride?"

"Maybe when your not stoned, dumbass." I mumbled, loud enough for them to hear. I instantly regretted what I said, for soon I heard the sound of the door opening and two heavy footsteps approaching me. I wasn't too worried though, I was trained in self defense, and these idiots were stoned. One of them grabbed my wrist, spinning me around to face them.

"What did you say?" said the curly haired boy, stumbling as he spoke. A blonde boy behind him glared at me intensely, as if I was some kind of satanist for calling them dumbasses. I peered in the car to see a black haired boy avoiding eye contact, just looking out the window. I looked at him more closely and realized he was the boy from the store yesterday. I laughed and turned back at the curly haired boy.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands," I said, shaking my wrist free. "It's disgusting."

"You bitch.." said the blonde haired boy as he stepped towards me. I was ready to defend myself, but I didn't realize that the boy had raised his hand to slap me. However, before I realized it his hand had impacted with my face and I felt an intense stinging on my cheek and lip.

"You...!" I turned around and punched the boy in the gut, and the other boy in the shin until they were both on the ground. "Even if you idiots are high you should think twice before you hit a girl who knows self defense, assholes." I spat on each of their faces and approached the car door with Christian in it.

"And you." I sad, smacking the side of the car. "Your obviously not stoned so take care of your friends, will you?" And with that I jogged off to school more pissed than I had been in a while.