My eyes open. My blue eyes. my blue, misty, curiously expectant eyes.
Ugh, what a bad dream.
I guess when my dignity was stolen, so were my good dreams.
My dreams used to consist of undying happiness and satisfaction, and not to mention irrevocable teenage love.
Now, I don't even know what I dream of. Fears of being insufferable and leaving those whom I love behind.
What am I doing? Jesus Christ I sound like I'm writing a tragedy novel.
I pull up my socks, slip my shoes on and pack my books in to my bag.
I'm Jaz. Jaz Summers. I'm a teenage girl, attending a usual high school with a pretty large range of friends. Although I haven't seen my father since I was 3, when he left, and my mother hardly ever being home, I'm a pretty strong person. I put up with a lot.
I admit it, I am a geek. I really have no sense in fashion and I'd rather play COD or Sims then go shopping.
I put on my school uniform. I've always hated it. It's an ugly dark green and were not allowed to wear tights or jeans. How shitty is that!?
Most of the girls in my class wear the shorts and only a couple people wear the skirt.
I wear shorts, and I certainly do NOT wear it like some of the girls at my school do.
Some of them wear them so high, you could probably see their ass. "Them" referring to Karly, Tamara and Hailey.
Fucking hell those girls make me want to rip my hair out of my skull.
The trip to school isn't that long, seeing as I just walk.
As soon as I arrive to school, I see belle and Charly. belle and Charly are my best friends who stick with me despite any crazy fucked up shit that happens, and Jesus Christ am I grateful for that. Without them, I think I would probably be a loner now.
"Heeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!! Are you coming to the meet up night?? It'll be greeaattt!!' Jessabelle exclaims, giving me a hug.
belle,
A ravishingly beautiful, stunning person. She has medium length Brown hair, that gives herself a gentle complexion. She's a book lover, and has always had a crush on one of the school geeks, Belle. 'Guys, you know how I am with parties. I hate them, they always end horrifically' I uttered, leaving them with pale faces and frowns. Charly pulls on my arm. 'pleeeeeeasse? You'll be fine. you'll be relaxed, free flowing and happy. Everything is going to be okay!' She nags, pulling on my arm.
Charly, She certainly is a stunning person. Greyish-blue misty eyes and hazelnut brown hair, that lightens in to a natural ombré down the bottom. Music obsessed, she is my best friend, and always has been.
'Fine, I'll go.' I give in, maybe a little soon because I hadn't thought about it.
