Medium Rare

L ~Keep the Change

JAZZ
Everyday I wake up to the same sound of those annoying ass birds chirping right outside my window and think.Fuck.I hate animals.I also think,I hate school and if I press snooze for the 4th time,will I be late? See, having such a happy fucking go lucky name like mine ,Jazz Penolope O'Brien, people assume you enjoy waking up at 6am and going to early morning Yoga with Susan and getting a good old green juice from Starbucks to start my day.You see,My parents gave me such a white name because they said that as a black woman I would already have to work twice as hard in the world and wanted to make sure my name wasn't another thing I had to worry about.I guess it makes sense.They expect a little lovely white girl at interviews, then they get me.Suprise bitch,I'm Black!

I end up spending my mornings finding an outfit that I haven't worn to 6-form yet in the week-collecting my afro hair into a bun and grabbing the useless books that I never use.
Halfway through the morning,I end up at my local corner shop and get myself a good old 35p energy drink, or two and proceed to the crusty,oh so dusty institution I call-School.
School is okay for me because it appears that people seem to agree with my dislike of school and I've realised it's a quite good conversation starter.You could say I'm popular - but don't.I will not be described by the same word that groups : cheerleaders,blondes and cheese and onion crisps together.I know people.That's it.Any who, I go to school, do that learning stuff,skip lunch,go to another period and come home.The only thing keeping me going being my best friend Sauria.The crazy bundle of life that has picked her nose since the day I met her.

For the rest of the day,I usually change into my tight trousers of which I am obliged to wear for work and my little Sun visor that makes me look like a middle aged man called Alan or a 35 year old soccer mum.There is no inbetween.It just depends on the angle and time ,because I guarantee you that after 6pm I look like my uncle Jeff. That guy loves his visors.I have the luxury of working at Asda.Yes,Asda.The green supermarket where chicken nuggets are £2 a pack.That's if you like off brand.Birds eye is for rich bitches.I work that same shift from 4-6 every Wednesday and Friday and the occasional sunday if I'm allowed to finesse my way out of 'family time'.I stay there for 2hrs straight,scanning food items and throwing dabs at Bryan on Aisle 8.We get a handful of customers everyday.Some fun;some not.I had a man ask me if chicken breast was vegetarian because it had no bones in it once and you know what I said? Yes, I told him it was and that hotdogs came on offer with the new vegetarian Bargain range.He was lovin' it.

So today on the 15th of March, I drive with enthusiasm and pizzazz to work in my new mini Cooper that my lovely brother bought me for my 18th birthday.A little bit of Stormzy playing, while I spit some bars and become the person I always knew I was.I gradually pulled into my designated parking space and pulled my limp bag out the boot.As I slamed it,I looked over the top of my car to see the beautiful picture of a sky before me.The silky tangerine colour becoming delicately tainted by a light cotton candy hue.Laced with a sprinkle of crows,spreading like black ink across paper.Maybe,I would be more cheerful today.Maybe.

I strolled into the green doors and took my place at my aisle and prepared to start scanning barcodes.Adjusting my jeans so that they sat above my rolls and not inbetween,I looked up to see a boy of some sorts standing in front of me holding a carton of milk.He wasn't ugly.That's all I'm saying.But my man had blood all over his top.The dark crimson liquid had stained his pearly white top from collar to sleeve.
"Hi!" I churped nervously.I didn't really wanna die so...
"Are you alright, you've kind of got...like...like blood on you," I choked, cursing internally.
"Oh yeah,I just had a stupid nose bleed,yeah I'm good thanks" he replied smiling through his hazel eyes.One bloody nose bleed, that must of been,jeez louise.
" Oh alright, um your total is £1.50" I replied shyly.
"Thanks beautiful,keep the change" he winked, as he slid me back the reciept displaying his number.I just stared in awe in his direction as his cute bum floated away into the distance.My insides convulsed as a smile grew on my face.

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Hey,this is the first chapter of my novel medium rare.Let me know how you feel about it in the comments.I will try to update every Sunday.
Thanks for reading x