Run While You Can(Editing)

Chapter Three

This chapter kinda sucks but whatever.

•Chapter Three•

It was a cold Tuesday,October morning. I was walking to school, like I do every morning since my parents won't buy me a car. They say I'm 'irresponsible', whatever that means. This morning I woke up to the sound of my mom yelling "Get up Jamie! Your gonna be late, again!" So I just threw on some jeans and a tee shirt. As I was running out the door, I grabbed my backpack and jacket. Most girls at my school wear pounds of makeup, 10in high heels (which I'm surprised they know how to walk in without breaking their neck) and mini skirts. But that's the exact opposite of me.

Here's a little about me. I'm 17 years old, which means I'm a Senior. I have long thick brown hair and green eyes. I'm not very attractive if you ask me. And I really like horror movies and filming. I don't have many friends, expect for Mike Green, who's been my best friend since 3rd grade when he moved here from Denver. He had ash blonde hair and blue eyes. Mike was a jock, and on the basketball team, which I'm surprised he hangs out with me considering I'm very nerdy.

I reached the entrance door of the school and pushed it open, revealing a sour aroma of sweaty teenagers. I shuffled to my locker near the science lab. I placed my books in my locker and went to my first period class, Chemistry 101.

I hated Chemistry 101, especially the teacher, Mrs. Neumann. She had a petite, boney figure and dark, dead blue eyes that looked like they could see right through your soul. Mrs. Neumann talked in a tangly voice, which reminded me of talk show hosts. I'm my opinion, her voice does not match her personality.

"Turn to page 394" Mrs. Neumann called out, in her tangly voice.

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As the bell rang, I quickly grabbed my books, rushing out of the class as fast as I could. I was relieved that I had lunch next.

Lunch was the only period that I had with Mike.

I grabbed a skinny silver tray, topped with a ham sandwich that smelled like sweaty gym socks, a brown mushy banana, a hard chocolate chip cookie and a bottle of juice that tasted like someone poured a galleon of salt in it. I took a seat next to Mike.

"Are you really gonna eat that Jamie?" he asks, pointing to my tray with a mouth full of potato chips.

I laugh. "Well, I've got nothing else better to eat."

Mike laughs. "Jamie, My dad said it was cool for you to hang out at my house after school so we can study for the Chemistry Test."

"About that. I won't be here tomorrow to take the test. " I explained.

"Why not?" He asked, a little confused.

Instead of just telling him the truth that I had to go to my dad's trial at the courthouse in town because he was accused of murder, I told him that I was visiting my sick grandma. I was too embarrassed to tell the truth.