Stuck

Part 1

My tears streamed down my face as I listened to the static coming from the tv. It wasn't on, but anything was better then listening to my mom and her soon to be ex fighting. I've always lived with my mother. And with every month I grew,came another man walking in the door. I tried not to be to attached because just like the one before them, their going to leave and with them they took all my hope. My dad or sperm donor as I call him has been M.I.A for so long, at a point in time I believed my mom had the ability to make kids by herself.

My mom likes to think of herself as a Nigerian queen. Since both of her parents were nigerian, she doesn't waste time to let you know that it is true. She is beautiful, gorgeous even. But me. That's a whole other story. Though I do have the long flowing hair. I don't have the looks or confidence a young Nigerian girl should.

As I grew, I would ask my mother why she named me what she did. Grace. Specially since I'd only been to church twice in my life and both were on Halloween for candy. She would tell that she named me that because when the doctor placed me in her arms for the first time. I smiled and she thought that it was graceful. I smiled, but not lately. I don't really live up to my name. I'm in my senior year I've still yet to have a boyfriend or at least a friend whose a boy.

I sigh at my own thoughts and make my way to the bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth. I'd gotten dressed an hour ago, but I was about to go to the bus stop. I walked out, grabbing my key on the way, backpack, and phone then started down the street.

My heart sunk to my feet and I looked down as made my way. Never did I think I would be in my senior year and be so distanced, unhappy, and alone. I get on the bus and put in my earbuds drowning out the noise of everyone around me.

"If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you still (love me)If I made up my mind at work would you still (love me)Keep it a hundred, I'd rather you trust me than to (love me)Keep it a whole one hund', don't got you I got nothing"

I was at school before I knew it and I quickly exited the bus to find my locker. As soon as my hand touched the combination lock I hear my name. "Grace!!" I shake my head knowing who it was. Or who it would've been. " O.M.G Grace. It's our senior year!" I smile as I hear my best friend, Mya's voice rings in my ear. I close my eyes and sigh, opening my locker and putting my backpack inside. The bell rings and I close my locker. Mya was still talking but I walked away knowing it wasn't real.

I pull my schedule out of my pocket and my way to someone's class. 'Mr. Hayes Drama rm. 203' I groan realizing its upstairs. Up 2 flights of stairs at that. By the time I make it upstairs the late bell rings. As I enter the class 'Mr. Hayes' looks at me, the rest of the class follows his lead. He was a tall middle aged man, dark skinned,dark brown eyes, and balding hair. He had on a expensive looking suit in which looked as if he'd wear to a funeral for his favorite president. "Late on the first day,huh?" He said and the class began to laugh. Quickly, I shoot him a look and he shook his head telling me to take a seat. I put my head down and make my way to the back of the class. By now the class had turned their back to the teacher and he had began speaking.

The bell finally rings and I sigh in relief. I practically run out that class room. My next class is down stairs and I'm gonna need my backpack so I go back to locker. I grab my math textbook since it was my next class and put my English textbook in my back pack. I hear voices behind me. I mentally kill myself knowing that it was Audrey and her "clique". "Grace." She said flatly whipping me around to face her. " How are you?" Her enthusiasm obviously fake.

"You wouldn't care." I say. She grabs her heart as if in hurt but she was to cold hearted to even know what hurt is. "Well i do.", she lied then continued, "I just wanted to let you know that what happened to Mya wasn't my fault." I felt my blood rise and my skin crawl. "If it wasn't then you wouldn't even have to say that." I close my locker then walk off, my heart hurting even worse then before.

During the past 3 years I've spent at MLK High, I realized everybody was the same no matter how different they were. Everyone wanted to be apart of a clique. Everybody. They act like their life is all peaches and cream. But inside, they all feel like crap. They base their entire well-being on the opinions of others. But Mya and I, we were different. That was one of the reasons that we stuck together. We thought alike. We were like sisters,maybe closer. Nothing could break or bond. Except suicide.

I finally get to math but instead of doing my work, I turn to the page we were working on, put in my ear buds, and drown out whatever was going for the rest of the day.

So how'd you like the first chapter? Was it good? Does it need some work? Should I continue? Let me know in the comments or just pm me.