"That will be $11.87 please" I said to the weird old lady. It was another day at work the local grocery store where I work my butt off every night to get money to leave this horrible town.
"Gem can you restock the pasta please" Anna my uptight boss yells motioning to where the pasta is.
"okay" I say nicely because I need this job, I need any penny I can make.
After what feels like 300 million pastas later, I check the big clock in front of the store 6:30 pm only 2 hours left.
I spin around fast to get back to the cash, then bam! I feel someone's tall body slam right in to my 5'6 body
"sorry agian" I looked up to see that cute guy from the hallway look down at me.
"it's all good, it was my fault anyway" I said smiling and blushing.
"Gem right" he said brushing himself off
"yep" I said piping the 'p'
"well see you around clearly" he chuckled and kind of walked away quick. I watch as the attractive mysterious boy walked out the door.
2 hours went by and I said my cyas to my co-workers and started waking home. I only live 2 blocks away so it isn't that bad.
I made it to my semi big brick house on the Conner and wadled up my steps.
"Hey Gemie, how was work an school" my mom said sitting at the dinning table.
"swell, very swell" i chuckled
"I sense some sarcasim" she said putting her magazine down
"well I'm going to bed, night" I said runing upstairs.
"night" she screamed back.
my mom and brother are the only family I had. My dad left when me and my brother where born, because 'twins overwhelmed him', and he never told his family. My moms from a foster home so she never knew any of her family.
I slammed down on my bed and pulled my combat boots off.
'ring, a -ling'
I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket.
"hey Gem!" Marthy spoke
"sup, I was just going to bed" I said clearly tired
"theres a party next week at Dons house" she said happily
"Okay and"
"your coming"
"no, my mom won't let me"
"please it's the last party of high school you have to" she said pleading
"I'll think about" then I hung up, and drifted into a motionless sleep..

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Teen FictionJackets. Coats. Shoes. hate. What's left? Oh right try all that with mix of love. ------------------------------------ For Gem (which means perfect) nothings perfect good, or great. she has never had anyone in her life excep...