Don't Question Me

Chapter 1: Spartan High

I wasn't particularly excited for high school. Like at all. While my sister woke the whole house up at five am. FIVE AM. Sigh, well then she proceeded to make me look 'presentable' well at least she cared and that's all that mattered. But I wouldn't let her touch me until I had a cup of warm coffee in my belly. Then I picked out my outfit which my sister had to approve. I picked out one of my biggish band t-shirt with some ripped skinny jean shorts and my pair of Converse that were very much worn. She did something to my shirt so that it was a lot shorter and less baggy. I wasn't arguing with it. Then we looked at my shoes but didn't dare to say anything. She was wearing a summery dress with some sparkly flats. I couldn't even bother with something like that, after I finished my morning routine, brushing my hair, teeth, then applying deodorant, putting in contacts and light perfume... She was ready to attack me. I sighed then looked at her, "This is unnecessary." I spoke in a tired voice and was surprised she heard me the first time. "No it isn't, don't worry about it, you're in good hands." I laughed lightly then spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Who are you state farm." That got me a tight tug on the hair, she continued to put my hair in a messy bun then do whatever she did with my face. Then she was done, it was seven am. At least it was over as she whipped around me to turn me to a mirror her floral perfume hit me in the face. She had a huge smile on her face as I peeked into the mirror. She had put a champagne glittery color on my lids, A very thin black line of eyeliner, a medium coat of mascara and some blush. I grabbed for my chapstick and put some on. "I'm not mad at this," I admitted smiling a little. "See," She had her hands on her hips and was looking down at me like I was her six year old, "No reason to complain." She said in a 'motherly' voice as she walked out of the room. "Now get out it's my turn." I chuckled lightly then went out, the aroma of fresh fruit and pancakes hit my nose. I couldn't help but let out an "mmm" sound then ran to the first floor. Our house was a traditional Mexican house that was redecorated inside to fit our liking. Carmen, my mom, was a Mexican-Italian mix. Tho she had never allowed us to meet her mom and dad. Something about not being open minded. While as Tyler, my other mom, was Irish and Scottish. I got my mom (Tyler's) freckled and my mom's (Carmen) dark acidic eyes. Our moms had taught us never to judge someone. You never know what they're going through and to always be open minded. I had little trouble with being judgemental but that was because when I was younger I was punished more for saying rude things, whereas their little princess Tiana never really did. She always gave you that look, her eyebrows pulled together slightly and her lips puckered a little. It drove me crazy. As I finally got downstairs, Tyler gave me a smile and waved me over. She was the cook of the house and worked as a politician, kind of, more like a protester that gets paid.

She gave me a kiss on the forehead then handed me a plate of pancakes, fruit, and some cheesy scrambled eggs. I couldn't help but take in the smell of the food. I hoped one day I could be as good at cooking as she was. "Good morning, Woah I see Tiana got to you." She teased lightly then smiled. "Yeah, Thank you for breakfast it smells... Saporous." She laughed lightly then teased me again for my 'fancy' wording. "I'm going to steal that dictionary from you." I shrugged lightly with my crooked smile and sat down at the table. I shoved the fluffy eggs in my mouth and closed my eyes. Enjoying every moment, then moved on to the light

syrupy pancakes. Soon Tiana made her grand appearance on the stairs she twirled down them gracefully like a professional ballerina. Her dressed twirled with her and her sparkly shoes twinkled off of the windows. Then she stopped at the bottom of the stairs, only a little disoriented. And composing a dazzling smile, "How do I look?" She chirped happily waiting for a compliment. "Fabulous," I spoke with a large bite of pancakes in my mouth, tho Tyler could still hear the sarcasm in my voice and she glared at me. "Beautiful Tiana." I always felt that burning of jealousy in my stomach whenever she did things like that. Well, not just jealousy I don't know the word for it. Resentful? A small sigh escaped my mouth as they talked and the sigh was a little too loud because they looked over at me with the smallest bit of sadness. My sister hated making me feel like this but she couldn't help it. She was the princess of the family. I got up my plate still full of food. Something I never do, I put it on the counter and tried to pull off a smile.

"Thanks, I'm just gonna go get ready for the big day." I tried to fake some enthusiasm but failed miserably. I walked up the stairs with no bounce of excitement at all then was faced with my other mother, Carmen. She gave me a short bear hug then kissed my cheek. "You looked dazzling as always, my dear." I smiled and rested my head on her shoulder. One of the things that I liked about Carmen was that she was sensitive to my feelings. Tho Tiana turned out more like her, she knew how I felt and always comforted me, and always said the right thing.

After I packed my plaid backpack I started down the stairs, as I opened the front door the fresh air flew in. I smiled small and breathed it in, "mmm." Then I would begin to walk to Spartan High. The breeze would flow through my wavy hair if my sister let it be. But it stayed perched on the top of my head. She would probably get a ride with Tyler, She drove past it every day to get to her office before leaving for her protests. Carmen used to work as an athlete but soon got tired of it as she had twins and wanted to be home better hours. So she became a mixologist. She worked nights, slept most of the morning, but was there for us when we got home. When my mom, Tyler, was gone I was the cook of the house. So I would make us all a snack and we would watch a movie or just do our own thing until Tyler got home. Before I knew it, I was captured into a hug then I realized the familiar scent. Fresh ground coffee and a distant cigarette, "Jordan!" I exclaimed and hugged back tightly. She had been gone all summer with her dad in Tampa, Florida. She was my very lesbian friend that worked at the coffee shop just outside the mall. The very best coffee shop. It made Starbucks go out of business. After our embrace, we caught up on the way to school. She was showing off her new sleeve, It used to just be a shoulder tattoo but in Florida she got it made into a full sleeve. I didn't look healed yet but It was beautiful. There were two cats on it and flowers, as well as a portrait of a woman. All tied together beautifully. She was a year older than me and was already seventeen. Her birthday was in July. "You have to come over tonight and we can celebrate." I offered happily. She nodded slightly, "That would be fun, your moms are the best." I laughed lightly then teased. "And... Tiana." I got a punch in the shoulder.

Soon we were at the high school, the buzz of students chatting and walking around filled our ears. Some other 'edgy' looking girl with braces came up and greeted Jordan. Then I spotted him and a small fluttery feeling in my stomach appeared. "Hey, Agnes." He would say. "Hey, Maalik." I would respond. But he stayed in his corner with the bad boy group and teased me with his perfect smile.

My sister often teased that I was gay because I hadn't asked out that hot piece of... Her words, not mine. But sometimes I honestly questioned it. I had felt the fluttery feeling towards pretty girls on tv and sometimes even my best friend Jordan. But I had also felt that way toward boys, like Maalik for example. One reason why I didn't date, or wouldn't for now. But I didn't hate the idea of Maalik holding my hand as we walked down the street. Maybe a few pecks on my neck as I embraced him tightly. Hm. I don't know where this is going but my train of thought was cut off my Jordan as she basically dragged me down the hall.

I found my first class and got my notebook out. The first day of high school. Yay. 

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