Belonging

Her~1

  I glanced down at my untied shoelace, mom was yelling again. It's not my fault I like to party, she loved it as a child. It was Tuesday and we were going through the motions as I got ready for school. I was a ninth grader at West Waters High, and boy I loved it. We had more freedom than ever and that always made things better for us trouble makers. 

       "Brooklyn, are you even listening?" My mother yelled.

        "I'm going to be late mom and it would be my fifth tardy ya know, do you want  a phone call from the school?"  I snapped.

          "Go catch the bus, love you." She replied. 

           "Love you too." And I walked out. 

                I grabbed my skateboard and started down the sidewalk, throwing my bag over my shoulder. The breeze felt good flowing through my hair. Sunshine made my highlights look even better than what they really looked like. I really couldn't wait to dye my hair, it was over due. My cell phone buzzed in my back pocket and I skated to the side to check it. Michael, my boyfriend asked if I was coming today or not. I answered yes and skated away because I knew the only reason why he asked is because he wants a make out session before school. I really couldn't wait to break up with him, he was a jerk and caused a lot of problems. He was also a bully, one thing I hated was a bully. 

        My school was pretty big and for new comers it was a maze.  I liked it because there was a million places to hide.  I was early and since I had to keep my reputation bad I decided to draw all over the girls bathroom wall. When I was finished doodling I was five minutes late for homeroom. I walked in and noticed something hot, Bryon O'Neal. He was sitting next to my seat and had his phone out studying something on the screen. He was way out of my league,  he was a prep and was a good kid. I could have been a prep, my mom is one of the best lawyers around and she sure did make a lot of money. I wasn't ugly and didn't dress ugly either. I just chose to be a bad girl instead. 

         I slid into my seat and pulled out my phone, I got on instagram and just scrolled.  There was something about today that was changing. I didn't know what but I've had this weird feeling all day. Like something big was going to happen, but I just brushed off the feeling. Just then my homeroom teacher walked in. It looked as if she had  been crying. 

      "Students, I'm sorry you have to hear this but," she took a breath, "Kaylee Smith killed herself last night."  And my stomach dropped.