Chapter one-Highschool

"Beep beep beep." My alarm clock hollered at me to wake up and get ready for school.  As I slowly woke up I turned off the alarm and got up and did the same thing I did every other day.  "I wish you were here dad."  I said as I kissed the picture of my dad and I when I was just four years old.  "High school."  I said to myself.  "Just another day of school."  I lied to myself just to have enough courage to get ready for the first day of hell.  I got myself dressed consisting of a white shirt with hello-kitty on it and pants that looked like they were suppose to be on a four year old.  I never really had much since my dad died ten years ago from stage three cancer.  My mom never really talked to me unless she wanted me to do chores or clean her room.  I never had a bond with my mom that I had with my dad.  My dad and I would laugh together and watch little kid shows.  But anything can happen with  a blink of an eye.  I remember crying for no reason, but just because my mom was.  A year after the incident I saw my mom changing.  Seven years after, my mom wasn't the same person she was when my dad was around.  I remember checking the mail that had a letter in it stating we basically were getting kicked out of the house because my mom was so sprung up on drugs she couldn't afford to pay rent for the house.  "I'm fourteen now." I whispered to myself.  " I need to put my past behind me no matter how hard it is."  I thought to myself.  Just then I looked down at my pink flip phone and saw the time was seven-forty.  I remembered the conversation my mom had with the secretary of the school and which she told her I would have to be at school at seven-fifty no later.  So I grabbed my rag like back pack and headed out the door skipping break feast.  I ran as fast as I could and as I ran I heard the tight blue pants rip.  "Oh my god."  I thought to myself.  I had no time to go back and get another pair of tight children's jeans, so I just kept running hoping I wouldn't be late to my first day of high school.  When I got to the high school I read the sign that read "Morta High."  The school was called "Mortan High," but I'm guessing from the ghetto like town the school couldn't afford to fix the sign.  I walked nervously up the stairs and down the hall to my locker of my new high school.  "67 93." I told myself as I looked down at a yellow sticky note paper that contained my locker code.  Just then I heard a sharp voice behind me say "67 93."  I turned around hurriedly only to see a light skin boy about sixteen with bright blue eyes.  He was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen in my entire life.  "Oh...you heard me."  I said in a giggly voice.  "Yeah." He chuckled.  "I'm Elijah and your?"  "Oh, um I'm Jasmine."  "Nice to meet you Jasmine." He said with the cutest smile I've ever seen.  After our "conversation" he walked off and went into room fourteen....of course it happened to be the same room I had to go into.  As I walked in I heard the sounds of laughing and joking.  "Ew why is a there a three year old in our high school."  I heard someone say.  "It's gonna be a long year for her." Someone else said.  Mrs. Titan greeted me with a nice grin.  "Hi Jasmine!"  She said in a happy tone.  "Hi."  I mumbled, and right away went to an empty seat next to no one.  "So class turn to page five in your text book."  That was the last thing I actually remember hearing since I crashed about five minutes into the class.  "Ring."  The school bell rang and desks slammed loudly, just enough noise to wake me up.  I grabbed my binder and backpack and headed out of the classroom.  When I was outside Elijah came up to me and asked if I needed a ride.  "Oh no thank you."  I said as I heard another ripping sound trying to fake cough loud enough so he wouldn't hear.  "These pants are trash." I thought to myself.  But of course it wasn't the pants and my backpack tore open with every last one of my books falling to the floor with a loud thump.  "Need help?"  Elijah chuckled and bent down to help me pick up my stuff.  "Thanks and if it's not a big scramble a ride would be amazing."  I said accepting the ride he offered me so politely.  We walked through the parking lot and I saw him walk up to a lifted black truck that looked like it was worth more than my entire life.  He hit the button to unlock the doors and we drove out of the parking lot.  He asked a couple questions on the drive home.  But the only thing I was thinking about is him seeing the "house" I lived in.  My stomach aced it felt like ten million butterflies were in my stomach.  I knew if he saw my house he would know I'm a poor freak and he probably already knew that from my appearance.  So I asked him to drop me off about three minutes away from my house.  "Is this your house?" He asked in awe.  "Yep." I lied and walked up to the door pretending the nice house belonged to me.  He drove off in a hurry and I made sure he was down the road before I set off to my house that was a couple minutes down the road.  When I got home I set all my books down on a cheap black table and threw the raggedy back pack away and hurried up to my room to take off the cheap blue pants with holes everywhere you looked. I threw on some black and white basketball shorts and went down stairs.  When I got downstairs I opened the cabinet which contained cheap food like top ramen, spaghettio's, and stale cooked kettle potato chips.  I grabbed some chips and went to the cheap black table to begin my homework.  I opened the stale chips and took out a sharpened pencil to start my math homework.  When I was all done with my homework I took out a cheap broken vacuum and began to clean the whole house.  About thirty minutes after I finished my mom came home with a man covered in tattoos and jewelry.  I wanted to tell my mom about how my day went and for her to listen, but she went straight upstairs with the gangster looking man.  I'm not one to judge a book by its cover but I remember seeing a tear drop just under his eye.  This tattoo is the symbol of the Latin Kings gang which is one of the biggest Hispanic gangs in the U.S. based out of Chicago.  I remember seeing this on a website when I looked up what tattoos could do to your body for a school presentation.  At eight thirty I grabbed my clothes and towel, and I opened the door to my house and walked to the showering place outside.  My showers were limited since the whole apartment used the same water line so everyone got three minutes no matter if your done or not.  I took off my clothes and got in the shower and washed my hair first.  As I was putting soap on my body the shower shut off...of course while my body was full of soap.  I took a my old blue towel and wiped the soap of of my body leaving slight scratches.  When I was done with my shower I walked back inside and as I walked in the guy that was with my mom walked out buttoning his pants and putting his shirt on.  As I walked past him he gave me the rudest look I had ever received, so I acted as if I didn't even see him.  When I walked back in my house all the lights were off so I just went on up to bed and tried to make myself sleep.  But I couldn't.  I could get Elijah off my mind, I think he likes me but for now I need to act as if I don't get that vibe.  I was just worried about one thing.  What if he finds out where I live or how poor I was.  The thought of Elijah not talking to me and leaving my life really made me want to throw up, even though I just met him.  When I saw him I just felt some kind of vibe..a good one.