Here I lay, at elevan O'clock at night and, I can't freaking sleep because my brain wont shut up! Do I have a test tomorrow? Do i have homework? I hate Thursday's! They always give us so much homework! Even though I know i probably have homework i dont get up. I still have to turn in that book to the library dont I? wait, did i leave my phone in the library again? I look beside me and realize that my phone is on the small table, beside my bed. Thank God! My mom would have killed me if i left my phone in the library! I have lost and broke my phone..... In three months.... I dont even know why my mom still trust me with my phone. Here i go again, letting my thoughts over come my head. I cant believe i let myself do this. I am already failing all my classes. No seriously, I have a D in science, A F in math, and another D in history. I don't know what my other classes are cause i sleep through those. I don't get enough sleep so I usually just go to sleep during the classes.
I mean I was going to fail those classes anyways, so what's the point of actually trying?The only class I'm actually good at is Art, It relaxes me.It takes away all the stress and worries. When i draw its like everything that was bothering me just goes away. Its really one of the few things that amke me happy. I mean i do cheerleading but only because it makes my mom happy. To be completly honest i hate it. Its the worst thing in the world. I have to watch as everyone is playing the game and we are just cheering them on. Its just not for me. I do it for my mom because my dad walked out on us, when i was about eight years old. He left us with nothing. My dad told me that he would come back by the next day, and as a eight year old daughter i believed him. I would wait outside everyday for hours, just waiting for him to come home and, pick me up like he used to. I would say i waited for about six months to come home. When i finally realized he wasnt coming back, me and my mom got really close. My dad is someone that i want to erase from my memory, but i can't. I hate him but at the same time i wish he would've come back for me. I was daddy's little girl.
At that moment i hear my phone go off. I pick up my phone from the table, and see My boyfriends name light up on the screen.
" Hey." It read.
" Hey Ryan." I reply.
" Hey, ya i know its late but you left your bag at my house the other day, when we were studying. It has all your school work in it and I'm guessing you will need it for school, tomorrow." He reply's back.
" Oh My gosh thank you. I can come over and get it if you want, or I can come over and get it in the morning, before school." I text back, as quickly as i could.
" Oh, dont bother. I'll bring it over." Ryan reply's back.
" Are you sure?" I ask.
" Trust me, I want to." He reply's back, right after i sent my text.
Seeing that he wont budge, I agree to him bring it over.
" Great, see you then." I text back, and then turn off my phone.
I throw the covers off of me and right when I do that i just want to cuddle with my blankets again. I was so warm, that i forot how cold it was. I get up and when my feet touched my cold, freeaing floor, a shiver shoots up my spine. I run out of my room and straight to the front door. I dont have to worry about my mom getting mad at me for being up this late because she has three jobs, and she is seriously working all the time! I look down and see my boots and regular gym shoes. Its either cute, high heeled shoes, or warn out, old shoes. Boots! I slip on my boots and laugh to myself, thinking about how much taller i feel. I always love that feeling. I put on my jacket and before i leave i look out my apartment building window.
I sit in the chair next to it and look out the small, cracked glass. Like I said before, my dad left us with nothing! We had to give up our house cause we couldnt afford it and move into this dump. Even though this is a small place I still consider it home. Its better then were i was living. My mom works almost all the time but we can still barely pay the bills. I have a job but it doesnt really do much. After my dad left everything became horrible. My mom kind of went into a deep deprestion and it took her years to get snap out of it. But when i was about fifteen years old she finally came back to be her normal self. After coming out of my deep thought, I wonder were Ryan is. He only lives about two or three minutes away, if you travel by car.
