The Car Garage

Chapter 10: Failed hopefulness

The next day when my aunt ripped the blankets off of me and told me to get my butt out of bed, I was already dreading the day to come. All the cliques; the judging nerds who liked the term nerds, the jocks, the cheerleaders, all of it just made me want to hide under the bed until graduation day. But alas, with one final tug of the blanket, the cold hair hitting my body and the shouts of my aunt, I knew the tragic and dreadful day had begun. The first day of my senior year of high school.

Let's get something pretty clear really fast. I hate high school. It isn't that I'm stupid or not smart. It's due to the fact that the adults think they can put a bunch of teens in a room for eight hours and try to control them. I know they just want us to learn and I should be thankful for the oppurtunity, but the adults make it seem like they are the rulers. Bow down, peasants, I'm better than you.

Do not get me started on the kids of the school. In Chicago, it was pretty bad. Just the thought of the high schools in this rural town of Alabama sent a cold chill down my spine.

Teens: mean
jocks: jerks
Cheerleaders: Hoes
yee: haw

But! It is the law to go to school unless you want to be home schooled. Which, in all honesty, seems like the way to go. No worries of your children getting kidnapped, no dangers of teachers teaching them something you dont agree with, (for expample, evolution). Your rules. But there is no chance on God's green earth that my aunt and uncle are going to home school me. So I suppose I'll have to struggle on to the miseries of public schooling.

I get up and go over to my doorless closet and open it up, running my eyes across the new clothes. I cross my arms, trying to ignore the twisting and turning that was happening inside of my stomach. Considering it was mid fall, I grab a burnt orange sweater and skinny jeans with rips in them. I put them on and pull the brush through my hair. I finalize the look by applying very light makeup, then a dash of high light. If I was going to face this nightmare, I was going to at least shine while doing it.

After gathering my supplies and everything I needed for the day, I hear a horn beep from outside. My eyebrows furrow and I go over, peeking out. I catch sight of a red and white old model mustang. I didn't recognize it in the slightest. "Addison! Your ride is here!", my aunt yells.

I was insanely confused now but I walk out of my bedroom anyway. She was seated on the couch, already working on the load of laundry in the basket before her. "Who is giving me a ride?", I ask. "I saw the car but didn't recognize it".

"Matthew", my uncle says, coming out of his bedroom with a cup of coffee in his hand. "He has to come straight here after school so it only makes sense", he continues and shrugs a little.

I have to hold in a groan but I remember how kind he was to me yesterday. I just nod and head out the door. Maybe Matt wasn't so bad and I judged him too early? Maybe high school would be great too.

But as soon as I walk up to the car, my heart drops and the small content smile I had on my face fades. Matt had some blonde skinny girl in the front seat and was making her mouth known with his. He notices me and smirks before pulling back. "Enjoying the show? Get in before you make us even more late".

And with those words, all of my hopes for Matt and southen public school slowly fade away as I hop into the back of the car.