Silver Walls

Chapter One

~Jessica Parker~

I've got one thing to say, lighting probably nobody's mood, but it'll enlightening mine. Simple two words that'll make my day a little brighter.

"School sucks." I muttered over to Sarah as we gathered the oh so holy science books for next class. Sarah smirked at my statement and started to shut both lockers.

Sarah was absolutely pretty emotionally and physically. She had those big green eyes with pitch, curled eyelashes and died, bleach blonde hair. Her body was slim and toned, abs like a model and ass like Neptune, although her chest wasn't too small, she always complained about her B-cups. I always say she's beautiful inside and out, including a long essay about how the cute identical moles beside her doe eyes and adorable Cupid bow lips, matching nose and small ears caught every guys attention. Isn't life sad when your perfect friend thinks she's imperfect?

"Right you are, Jess Jess, right you are."

I beamed at my approving best friend and said a personal goodbye before going our separate ways.

Pardon my excuses, but I now present myself.

Sup, bitches. The name's Jessica.

Living in an one story house with two fathers is a part of my life, also is the fridge everyday stocked with junk food. My dads adopted me when I was nearing eight and ten years later, they still wish me luck at school. They've been there, done that, so knowing the drill... I made it to high school.

Junior College sucks, just so you know.

Especially when you're blonde.

Said with as much love as possible to all blondes out there.

Turning another corner, I faced another crowded hall and the groups of stereotypical people.

I looked at the pitch blackly dressed, sharp eyeliner, and pierced, tattooed, supposed humans standing a good distance between the boot-cut, long sleeved, glasses and braced nerds. The kind of people you'd want to pay for your homework to be finished with an A. They stand across from the African American racist of white people, who wear gang clothing and glare at you if you copy cornrows, or come to school with 'bling bling' draped across your neck. Outcasts walk between these groups, earning disgusted looks from the (put so bluntly) sluts. Britney Gin stood out more with fake lashes, a boob job that probably cost the payment of my house, mini skirt showing off her stick thin legs, lipstick placed centimeters over her actual mouth, designer, slutty clothing, no curves to show, and a smirk on those thin lips. Honestly, (well to me anyways) she looked like an uglier version of a hobo with a pencil figure. She only got attention by opening her paper thin legs for every guy in the school. Her minions nervously laughed as they circled around her, just beside the jocks.

Let me stop you there- they are not cute.

Replace your thinking with drop dead hot models right from a football game. The head 'leader' named Michael Ink stood in the middle of the golden group. His shaggy, black hair caught the attention of every straight girl in the school, but not me.

Ok, that was a lie. I do check out if his muscles are ok after every game, but that's about it. Plus it's only seeing if there aren't any scratches on those perfectly sculptured abs and defined chest...

He had a typical player look, but his heart was different. Long term relationships with this guy. It hurt Britney to know that she couldn't come to his house with Victoria's Secret over that tiny chest and get what she wanted.

I stared past the small groups, also including dressed like dudes lesbians and a One Direction lookalike club, over to the typical version of Glee. They wore Madonna all over them and sung her top hits while waiting for more signups on a little sheet placed upon a plain bulletin board. I sighed at all the little secluded schedules and continued my walk over to chemistry with Mr. Cedric.