Whatever I Am, I'm Yours.

chapter one

Lauren
Everyone complains about how their everyday routine sooner or lately starts to get unbearable. People get so annoyed with the fact that their lives are unbelievably boring and predictable.

I don't see it like that though, if anything I'm okay with having a daily routine. It helps me stay at ease and know that if I just do what I've always been doing nothing could go wrong. Yeah sure there are a few bumps on the road every now and then that knock me off, but I swerve right back in. There was no way in hell I would let my life crash and burn.

"Laur," I turned over to Normani's desk only to see her handing me back the notes for the Raisin in the Sun. We were scheduled to take a test today in eight period English. We were sitting in our assigned desks of that said class with two minutes before the bell signaling class to start would go off.

I reached over and took back my three pages of detailed work, "Mani, honestly I don't know how you do it sometimes."

Normani shrugged while chuckling a bit to herself, "What can I say? Your notes are my very own scholarly bible."

I couldn't help but let a laugh slip out between my lips, "Ha-ha, bible? Seriously?"

"Lauren. You have like some fucking sixth sense with your notes. Everything you put down is what exactly is going to be in the tests and exams. You're a god. An academic God."

I laughed once again while placing the college ruled paper back in the notes folder I'd had since school started last month. So far it was just notes from excerpts of novels and poems.

Eventually Mrs. Escobar walked into the class and started to pass out the tests. Thankfully there was only fifteen questions and one open response. The open responses are always just based off our own opinions. The only way you could get this marked off wrong is if you don't put your thoughts on the paper.

I'd always managed to finish early. I was a bookworm, so of course English is going to be my favorite subject. Then if whatever we're going over was interesting, I became a damn well genius about the topic. All of my teachers of the subject have loved me for my passion and high vocabulary.

They're probably the only ones who'll know how I see everything.

Bell again. The class was over.

Normani finished three minutes after I did. She's got a picture perfect memory, so that's why studying my notes was her go to thing. Saved her time from reading something she had no interest in.

I packed my things into my backpack while Normani leaned against her own desk, "Third game of the season and I don't know how I feel about this one."

I smiled a bit while realizing my best friend was clearly nervous because her father would be gracing us with his appearance this game. He's stationed over in many places thanks to his military job. He was going to be here for the weekend.

"Mani, relax. Your dad is going to be so proud that you made first string in the team and point."

Normani scoffed while shaking her head and throwing her shoulder bag over her head, "Lauren. My dad may smile a bit to hear that great news, but when it comes to seeing me actually play lacrosse it feels like we have another Coach Lovato."

I got up from my desk and swung my bag onto to me, "Jeez. He can't be that bad. That's like comparing him to Satan."

Coach Lovato. That is a name Normani and I have heard about since the Junior League in middle school. All of the eighth graders from our sixth grade year coming back as freshmen and telling us the wicked tales of their coach. It sounded like complete hell. Telling us to only join if we were really serious about the game.