Jacob point of view
Tuesday, September 23 2014 , 6:02 A.M
Was good, Not me , my life is a living hell it's the 7th week of school and nothing gets better for me
What are you talking about you might ask
Well I'm talking about me getting jumped , Made fun of, yelled at, having no friends , everyone laughing at me, everyone hating me, Yeah you, get the point
It's really not a pleasurable experience so it's me against the world
I really don't give people the time of day not even my mom she tries to help but only makes shit worse
By the way my name is Jacob- Jacob Perez, Im 17 and my life sucks.
I stare at the ceiling while I hear my Mom yelling at me from her room to get up , I roll my eyes and roll out of bed I do my routine I put out a tie dyed T-shirt and some jeans and some Jordans simple
I did my hygiene things and came out got dressed lotion etc.
I went downstairs and seen beans food bowl was empty , I filled out up with 4 minutes to get to the bus stop
I grabbed my Hollister Jacket and Started walking
YOUR POINT OF VIEW
Today is my first day of my new school Hurray ( Sarcastic )
To be quite honest I don't feel like making a good empression this time around I will be me and if people don't like it , well, it's there loss
I took a shower did m hygiene thing and put on a Yellow Aero' shirt and some skinny jeans with some black uggs
Mom- YN come on I have to get the papers and everything
Oh and I have to leave early
I'll leave my car here I don't use it that much I usually walk I don't really ever go any where and plus GAS IS WAY TO DAMN HIGH HERE $3.89 please ima recycle
I put my hair up and put on a yellow head band and Got into my moms car
Mom- you ready sweetie
I looked at her
Me- ready as i'll ever be
It was a couple of minutes of me gazing out of the window thinking about all the friends I left behind UGH
We walked in and I got my schedule and my mom got the papers and I was on my way to Advisory in room 303 hmm. ok
I jogged up the stairs and walked down the hallway
300,301, 302, 303 here we are
I opened the door and the teacher was standing there looking at me
Me- uuuh. this is Mrs. Nelson's class ... Right
MN- Yes darling come sit next to Chresanto , Raise your hand dear
The boy raised his hand
Chre- what you know what NVM ima just call him Santos
MN- You must be YN
Me- yeah
MN- ok breakfast is over there if you want some
then she walked out of the room
I looked over and it was some apple Cinnamon crackers..... PASS
I sat by the boy and he looked at me, um DF IS THIS NIGGA STARING AT
Me- is there a problem
Santos- nah bae you looking like steak
