Not your average cliché...

Not your average clitche

~Genesis Pov~
1 Month Ago
"Genesis Matthews Nicole Jackson, I swear to god if you don't get your lazy behind UP I'm coming in there, Now get up and get ready for school!" My mom shouted from downstairs. It was my last day of school, and to be honest, I was sad, not because of not seeing my friends, but because of school. I wasn't the school nerd or anything. I just didn't HATE school like everyone did!

"I'm up mama" I shouted from my room finally getting up after her saying it 3 times already!!

If I would have known she would have been gone that afternoon I would have gotten up the first time and done a lot of things, but, hey I don't have a time machine, so I can't change the future.

I grabbed a grey oversized sweater, and a pair of ripped shorts. After brushing, flossing, and taking a shower, I finally put my clothes on, my hair in a ponytail, and grab my essentials ( car keys, phone , back pack, etc. ) Im about to go out the door, and I'm pulled back by a hand. I look back to see my mother's chocolate eyes looking at me.

"Hi ma'am, Can I help you", I say in a sweet voice, realizing I forgot something by the look on her face. She rolls her eyes and hands me my grey converses and a pair of socks. I gasp and look at my feet, noticing they have no shoes on them. I smile and take the shoes from her. "What would I do without you, mother", I ask sweetly. She rolls her eyes once more and turns to the door, but not before kissing me on the cheek.

"Absolutely nothing", she mutters. I laugh and pull my shoes on my feet. I head to my black Ferrari car I got for my birthday.
Bing, Bing, my phone alerts me that someone's texting me.

Sam: Hey u almost to school?
Me: yea
Sam: u haven't even left the house have u?
Me: u know me so well
Sam: Hrry, the bell about to ring
Me: on my way now

I hurried to my school, knowing I was going to get yelled at by Mrs. Westler (aka: Mrs. Wrestler ). Morningside Highschool, We were the school other kids envied, and wanted to attend. But only the smartest could, we weren't just smart...we were geniuses and we helped build most of the stuff we used. We didn't have uniforms, and dorms, we just went to school and came back like any other kid, but the difference was we were FUTURE BUILDERS!

I drove to my normal parking space right next to Sam's and got out of my car. "Hey, Gen!" I turned around to see my best friend Sam standing right behind me with a mischievous smile. I hold my hand to my heart "You sacred the living daylights out of my", I exclaim. He checks me out and shakes his head, "No, I think you still have your daylights in you", he jokes. I roll my eyes, grab my backpack, and close my car door. After a minute of silence, Sam speaks up.

" Aww, c'mon Gen you can't stay mad at me, on the last day of school" , he says with a heavy French accent. I raise my eyebrows at me and he retreats. "What I meant to say is you wou- I (stuttering) I mean shouldn't stay mad at m-me." He stammers, knowing full well, I could go a whole week without talking to him.

I smile and pat him on the cheek, reassuring him that we were ok, and we both went off to class.

"Okay, Class today is the last day of school" , My math teacher Mrs. Weasler says. "So today, we will do nothing. Just Relax, Talk, Play games and do what you want. I don't care just keep it down. If a teacher or someone important comes in pull a book out", She says before grabbing her phone.

We all chatter quietly about what we're going to be doing this summer, until the bells rings. Once the bell rang, everyone flew out of the room, and into the next. Before I know it I'm in last period , which is art class, and I'm painting the ocean.
Beep! Beep! Beep! ( The intercom buzzes )

"Mr.Smith! Mr.Smith, says the school secretary, Mrs. Lovely.
Mr. Smith- Yes?
Mrs. Lovely- Could I please see Ms.....(pause)
She paused for a second before saying the last name. Mrs. Smith- "Jackson"
I look up, in total shock that I'm the one she wants. Before she has time to say anything else, I'm flying out the classroom, and am in the main office.

The second I step in the office, I realized something was wrong. The atmosphere was off, and instead of children laughing, happy to get picked up early from school, it was strangely quiet. I looked at everyone, to find them looking at me sympathetically, as if they knew something I didn't. The second the lady with the suitcase comes up to me, I realize what's going on, and surprisingly I didn't cry. I allowed the lady to say her name ( which I don't remember) and that my mother was brutally killed, and left in our apartment. I stand there for three long minutes, before the tears started coming, and even then I didn't fully comprehend it, someone wrapped there hands around me, and that's the last thing I felt before I fainted.
*End of flashback*

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