Let's get one thing straight.
Don't let my shy impression fool you.
Im crazy. Different. Insane. Possibly mental. But absolutely, positively NOT PERFECT.
I always wonder why everyone says I am, when I know for a fact I am the opposite.
Realizing I am starting to drift into a daydream again, I shake the blurry view from my eyes and refocus.
The road was jammed, a symphony of honks and beeps and a choir of screams. God, I wish everyone would just shut up.
" I can see road rage in your future. Your eyes say so." Tara said jokingly. I shot her a glance of confusion. " Huh?" I asked. " Road Rage. Jess, I know you. Don't play dumb." She said. " Okay, yes I admit I am pretty pissed right now." She smiled, satisfied probably.
The best thing about Tara is that she knows more about me than anyone. She always knows when something is on my mind.
" The only thing good about this stupid traffic jam, is having an excuse to be late for school." I said with frustration. She nodded. " Despite the feeling that I am trapped in here...oh wait, I AM!" She says hitting the seat angrily.
" Geez Tara, calm down. It's not everyday we get to have spare time together, you know." I said. She rolls her eyes. " Oh riiiiiight. Because cheerleading has replaced my precious place in your heart and-" she says dramatically, before I shove her playfully. " No it didn't, Tara. I just have been caught up in it. Between homework and school, I don't even have time to have even a BOYFRIEND. And having one will screw up everything. So be happy that I kept you." I lecture to her seriously.
" Whatever Jess." She said, with a laugh. Right when she did the jam had started to move. FINALLY. And before I knew it we were rolling into school.
Same red brick walls.
Same charred green painted gates.
Same horrendously scattered black circles of old gum rubbed and smushed into the cold grey concrete.
And last of all,
Same annoying people.
Well SOME people.
The bell had rung and the peasants of the school scattered. Reminded me of ants after I smashed their ant piles. For some reason, me and Tara made it through that merciless mob, and we breathed hard.
" Damn...tough crowd!" Tara said catching her breath.
Even though I was a year older than her, she was still taller than me. She was skinny, with black hair ( plus streaks of grey she had dyed into it). She wore thick eyeliner with a winged design at each edge, and light mascara on top. She had an edgy style that I wish I had, and she looked positively badass today. She wore neon yellow skinny jeans, a Sleeping With Sirens teeshirt, and blood red vans. Her accessories matched as well with a Dance Gavin Dance wrist band, with a Pierce the Veil one to contrast, and lastly an assortment of other bracelets that went all the way to the middle of her forearm.
Decked out in everything I wished I had.
" What are you looking at?" She asked suddenly. I shook off my gaze. " Oh nothing. Just uh..." I started to explain, but something had caught my eye that my conscience told me I wouldn't like. There he was, strutting the halls. Mathew.
" SHIT!" I screamed and grabbed Tara's arm and yanked her into the nearest Janitors closet. This was out of the ordinary, something that never happens! Why is Mathew here?!
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Authors Note
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Hey Guys! How do you like it so far? I know it isn't much but I am hoping that it will go really well if I finish it! Comment, Follow, and VOTEEEEE!
-Paige
