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My names Rue, I'm a low self-esteem depressed girl living with an alcoholic mother
going through high school, The worst 4 years of everybody's life. But for me, high school
was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
It was another pathetic day of high school. The teacher yelling at the students to be
quiet, the jocks picking on the nerds, all the girls wearing their Cheerleading Uniforms,
and then there was me. The sad, low self-esteem, girl that didn't have much friends.
Junior Year, I had made it through 2 years of high school. I was in Mr. Cage's English
Class. He assigned us to do a presentation on one of Shakespeare's plays. I got paired up
with the Quarterback of the Football Team Jake, and got assigned Romeo And Juliet.
Jake Brockton, we had been going to the same school since 1st grade and lived across
the street from each other since we were 5 . We never really talked, he was on the
football team and I was the girl with no friends.
After class Jake came up to talk to me.
"Hey I don't think we've met before."
"Actually we've been in the same classes since 1st grade"
"Oh haha, you should talk more" he said with a crooked smile.
"Well... What days do you want to meet to work on the project"
"Hmmm.. Well I don't really care about this project" he said as if the project was a joke.
"Whatever, just come over at 5:00 Monday through Friday"
"Fine, whatever you say" he said sarcastically then walked out of class.
How am I gonna stand putting up with him for the next 2 months while we work on
the project. He acted so different around his friends, he wouldn't acknowledge me.
Monday and Tuesday passed and he didn't show up to school. I basically started the
project until Wednesday when he finally showed up at my house. Mr.Cage gave us 2
months to do the assignment when it takes only about a week. I was taping on the
pictures when I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in!" I said,
the door opened and there stood Jake. We're so Diverse.
"How'd you get in here?"
"Your mom let me in" he said.
I didn't even know mom was home.
Me and mom don't get along very much. Dad died when I was 7. In the Summer of
2004 our family decided to go to the lake, Dad had took me out to the deep end. A
person lost control of a Jet Ski, dad threw me as far away from him as possible just in
time before the Jet Ski hit his head and died instantly. All I remember when I came up
from the water was dad floating on his stomach around a pool of blood. Ever since my
Dad died my mom became an alcoholic. She doesn't really give a shit about what
happens in my life. I hardly see her, the only time when I see her is when she comes
home at around 11:00 and I go into her room to take off her heels and put a blanket
on her.
