January's Start

Chapter 2

You know I dream in color, and do the things I want...

Word Count: 2,295

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I shut my book, taking my reading glasses off. I glance over to my alarm clock; 9:57 pm. I set my book and glasses on the little bedside table, shut my lamp off, and curl up while snatching my phone to scroll through my notifications. Joe and I texted for about an hour this afternoon before he had to go to work, which reminded me that I needed a job. I googled places nearby that I could work at near here, and I sent in an application to the Bigby and Peebles in Charlotte. I went through Instagram which I now had more notifications from because of all my new classmates that I follow, and like their pictures because I am a good noodle.

I don't end up going to sleep till like 11:30 which isn't really late, but I got things to do tomorrow morning.

So it's like, 4:30 am now and I run into that shower. It usually takes me an hour with my thick, long hair and I ain't a fan. I scrub that cherry blossom shampoo into my hair, scaring the filth away and down the drain. Life progresses and I wash my body with a coconut and shea body wash. I don't use conditioner unless it's a Wednesday, so I just hop out and dry off. I turn my hairdryer on and run it through my hair while simultaneously brushing it so it's flat.  

I quickly dry off and change into my clothes for the day while throwing the towels up to dry. I speed out of the bathroom and slide down our stair banister, seeing if it could hold my weight.

It can.

I check the time and it's 6 am, so I still have an hour and a half. I turn on the TV, connecting Netflix and play Degrassi Next Class as I cook my breakfast. My mom comes rushing down about half an hour later as I sit on our couch, watching my show and eating. Her skirt clings to her thighs like a dog on meat. "Tight enough?" I question her, my eyebrow raised as I take a bite of my eggs.

She takes the time to roll her eyes and adjust her cleavage, shouting, "Oh hush up! You don't have to leave in fifteen minutes!"

"You're right, I have thirty minutes."

She glared at me while grabbing the HNC and dumping them into a bowl. I hear the breaking of the box and I instantly whip around, glaring at her. "Is that the rest of the Cheerios?" I said icily.

She hissed back, "I'll get you more."

"Damn right you will," I said matter-of-factly. I turned back towards the TV, watching the show. After the episode finished, I shut it off and dropped my plate into the sink. 6:50. I run to my bathroom where I brush my teeth, comb my hair (again), and apply some makeup. 

I shift my hair to the right, grab my bag, and haul ass out of my house. My mother already left fifteen minutes earlier, so I know I have time before the bell rings for first hour. I don't speed to school, I have no reason to. I park in the back, closer to the wing where my locker is. I shuffle down the sidewalk and into the school, my nose and cheeks pink from the winter smitten air. I push through the doors to which I receive a few mild glances, but nothing more. I make my way down my wing to my locker, quickly twisting the combo in before I see Joe strut down the hall.

I stiffen as he comes up beside me and scrolls through his locker combo, tossing his sunglasses onto the top part. I clench my fists as I hear him slam his locker door, and peak out from behind my door. He is leaning against his locker and staring directly me. I raise my eyebrow, asking, "May I help you?"

He reciprocates by raising his eyebrow too and answers with, "I am pretty sure it's you who needs the help if you are going to be watching me."

I give him a cold, dead stare before I come back with, "Whoa there buddy, I didn't ask you for the attitude, now did I?" I grinned with a victorious smirk before turning back to my locker, grab my folder, and close it gently. As I walk away I can feel his gaze burning into my back, proceeding to do nothing. I find Valerie chilling by her locker with Jake and Zayne, Jake basically encasing her against the locker door. Zayne spots me first and waves me over. I make my way towards them, confident with each step, when I almost fall face first onto the tile because I felt a foot hook around mine. My forehead was just scraping a shirt and I felt someone's arms linked through my own. I heard my rescuer's voice shout out from above, "Hey! Come back and apologize!"