The Boy Who Lived in the Shadows

Jude

    "Jasmine!! It's time to get up for your first day of your new school!!" My mom called up to me in my new bedroom. I hardly got any sleep last night because I stayed up worrying about the new life I was about to enter. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It was really bright out and my eyes burned and watered due to the bright sunlight that shone through my window, as I got up and out of the mattress I slept on last night. It really hurt my back and it was probably one of the most uncomfortable things I've ever slept on. 

   "JASMINE!! DID YOU HEAR ME?? I SAID IT'S TIME TO GET UP!!!!!!" My mom yelled from downstairs at me. 

  "Yes mom!!! I'll be right there...." I yelled back to here. God, sometimes she did not know how to be patient and let me wake up at all. 

  I slowly walked downstairs down the staircase and my mom awaited me at the bottom of the staircase. "Come on, you need to pick up your pace. You don't want to be late for your first day of school now, don't you??" My mom asked rather rudely.

  "Yeah mom, I know-" I started to say, but my mom cut me off.

 "Then you should hurry your ass up if 'you know'...god, really? Okay, look, I picked out a dress for you to try on and I want you to wear it to school today-"

"Mom, do I have to?? You know I hate dresses..." I said.

"Yes, you want to look nice on your first day of school, don't you??" My mom asked me really rudely. She's always hated it whenever I wore baggy clothes or clothes that "made me look like a boy".  And now, whenever I picked out my outfit for school or in public or just for anywhere, she'd always judge me and my selections, and she always gets on my case that "I'll get made fun of" or some dumb shit like that. 

  "Yes mom....." I replied very weakly. I just wanted her to stop making me wear dresses to like every fancy occasion or whatnot. It was annoying as hell and I hated her. Me and her have grown apart ever since my dad quit his first job, since he's always hated that job and my mom made him have that job. My dad was always supportive of me, unlike my mom. They always fight with each other and I hope they get divorced someday. Not to be rude, but they aren't right together.... they don't seem happy that they're together and they're not happy and a loving family like they should be....

    My mom handed me the ugly dress. It was a pale blue dress with flowers and sequins all over it. I wanted to throw up as soon as I saw it. I held it out in front of me and I gave my mom a death stare, as I slowly walked up to my room and slammed the door. I looked at the dress and held it up for a second and looked at it. It looked hideous. Why would she make me wear this?? It doesn't even feel like me. This feels so wrong...  I threw the dress across the room and walked over to one of my boxes that contained clothes that were more masculine and that screamed more of my style. I opened the box and dug through it until I found a pair of black jeans, a band T shirt (it was a Rise Against shirt), a black and white flannel, my black and white converse chucks, and my favorite black beanie. I threw it all on, ignoring the dress my mother had picked out for me and rolled up the sleeves of my flannel, and grabbed my backpack that contained stuff for school and my favorite drawing book, and went downstairs to set my backpack down. After I set it down, I went upstairs to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, put my hair up in a ponytail and tucked it inside my beanie. I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. I actually look decent. I look kind of like a guy for once, I thought to myself as I quickly went back downstairs. 

   My dad was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.  "So, not gonna wear the dress mom had out for you?" He asked me.

  "No. You know I hate dresses and anything of that girly sort. Besides, that dress was hideous." I said to my dad, who just shrugged.