The Story of a Group of American Teenagers

Jacob

Jacob: I’m going to school. See you there :).

Brittany: Alright see you there :)

I went out the door without saying a word to my mom. She had angered me the night before for not letting me watch Sunday Night Football because she was watching Days of Our Lives. I was looking forward to see the Steelers take on the Ravens too.

I hopped in my car and put the keys in the ignition and turned the radio on. It was raining hard which interfered with the radio. I mumbled under my breath and put in a C.D. and waited to see what choice of music I have selected. Imagine Dragons started playing. A smirk formed on my face.

I backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. It was hard to see and my windshield wipers were helping as much as an 8 year old helps to put down Christmas decorations after he got a whole new selection of toys.

I pulled in to the school parking lot to join the crowd of students surfing up and down the lanes looking for a parking spot. I’m going up the lane and seems almost like a zoo. Different species in different exhibits. We have the jocks discussing how they can’t wait to face the Rhinos on Friday. The junkies trying a new drug they “found.” The thespians acting out their parts for the new school play they wrote. The teachers’ pets, preppies, “gangsters”, laugh-a-lots, jokesters, punks, nerds, computer geeks, card nerds, and then the regulars. I belong in a special group I like to call the talents. We each bring our own little spice to the table. We have Jayy, the guitarist, Cracker-Jack, the singer, Brittany, the beauty, Samantha, the know everything, and then there’s me. I am the everything. What is the everything? The everything is where everyone goes to help about personal problems, if they don’t know how to do something, if they need to vent to someone. I’m basically the person you talk to when you need help, unless it’s something homework related. We go to Samantha for that.

I walk in to school to see a welcome our school security guard who thinks all teenagers are evil forces determined to take over the world. He thinks he’s a hero. “Catch any bad guys? I think there are some kids smoking out there. Why don’t you make yourself useful and go bust them.” I told Hank, the security guard. He was out the door faster than a gazelle runs away from a lioness.

I walked down to my locker and started opening it. 18-26-42. Nope. I hit the rusty thing and tried again. 18-26-42. Nope. I just can hear my locker laughing at me. “Haha you can’t open me.”

“Need some help?” Brittany approached. I sudden smiled formed on my face. She walked up in purple skinny jeans, a striped long sleeve shirt, and some nerd glasses girls wear to look cute. Nerd glasses don’t look good on any girl, except Brittany. “Why don’t you take a whack at it?” I smirked. She walked up and got in between me and the locker. I liked it. She opened my locker with one try. I was embarrassed.

“It’s sad that you can’t open your own locker and I can.”

“Whatever.”

“Come on we have something we want to show you.”

“What is it?”

“Why don’t you come and see?” We walked down the hall to our usual hang out spot. All I could think about was how beautiful Brittany was. She was perfect in every way shape or form. She made me so happy. She took the depression out of me and smashed it. She replaced it with happiness. I’d be lost without her.

“Hey Sammie!” I walked up and hugged her.

“Hey! I texted you yesterday. Why didn’t you reply?”

“I was busy.”

“With?

“We both know the answer.” I winked. I’ve been working on something for Brittany. A way to ask her to Prom. No one knew about it except Sammie. Sammie is like my little sister. I could tell her anything and know no one would know. She’s the person I go to when my depression tries to come back and torture me. When I need advice on something. She is my little sister. We even are actually starting to believe that we’re siblings.