I woke up to the sound of my alarm on my iPhone. It's time to get up for school. I stretch my arms and legs before getting out of bed. I go to the washroom, brushed my teeth then change my clothes.
I choose a black skater skirt, yellow band tee, leather jacket and my white converse.
When I got downstairs, my brother is still in his pj's eating some cereal.
I grab a granola bar and a glass of orange juice. After a few minutes I call my sister to come down.
Since I'm only 15 years old, I can't get my drivers license. So I need my sister to drive me since she is 17. I can't wait to get my own car. I can go wherever I want at anytime. Claire comes down with a high-low red dress with a pair of red heels.
"Okay lets go Stacy." After I finish my granola bar. I follow Stacy out to her car. My sister got her Black BMW when she turned 16. When I turn 16 my parents promised me that they would get me a Range Rover on my birthday.
On the way to school my sister and I were pretty quiet all you could hear was the radio playing "Fancy by Iggy Azalea". Finally I broke the silence .
"Hey Claire ..." I said
"Ya" She asked eyes never leaving the road.
"How do you feel about us moving again?"
"Honestly I don't want to move." Claire said frustrated.
"But it's Paris, the city of love." Of course I'm not into that whole 'love' thing but my sister is.
"Sure it is ..."she mutters. When we where in front of St. Harold High School. I said goodbye to her but she never answered.She was talking on the phone.
I walked to my locker and while I was turning my combination lock, someone called my name I looked back and saw my friend. "Hey Rachel " Rachel is my closest friend in Atlanta. She has blond hair, blue eyes and is about 5'5'.
"OMG I have so much things to tell you ...". The bell rang interrupting her "I'll tell you later" she said hurrying to class. I got my books from my locker and made my way to History. I really don't know why we have to learn History. It's so boring. The past is the past we don't need to remember it. Though some topics we have to remember like the war.
When I got in History class a lot of the guys where looking at me. They were smirking and laughing. "Do I have something on my face ?" I thought to myself. I sat down at my usual spot in the front row, right next to my best friend Justin. He has been in my life for a while. Justin usually moves with us to different places, since he doesn't really he a family. Justin is adopted. His parents died in a car crash when he was 2 years old, but luckily he survived. Justin has been in all my classes and was always there for me. Now here we are in 10th grade still best friends. "Hey Justin, how was your weekend?" I asked him.
He never even looked at me and just said "It was okay" with a straight face. Justin usually doesn't act this way he is all smiles and is cheerful but today he was just down right grumpy.
The teacher begins teaching as I think to myself "What's going on with Justin ?"
Current State Of Mind : Curious
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What's going on with Justin?
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The Emerald Necklace
Teen FictionI stepped into my house when I heard a dreadful scream coming from up stairs. I continued walking hurriedly trying to find where the sound was coming from. I heard the scream again, this time it was louder and deadly. There is someone other than me...
