Broken Pieces

~totally un-psyched~

"What?!" Her jaw dropped, literally.

"Yeah mom, you know, the grave where dead bodies hang out and-"
Her raised palm stopped me from going any further.

"I know exactly what a grave is, Why on Earth would you even want to go there". She said through gritted teeth,
Ooh she was not having it. Scared as I was, I stood my ground.

"Mom I have a right to go and you know you can't stop me". I said defiantly.

"Don't you have school today, go get ready." she said deadpanned.

"But mom-". "We're done talking about this Anna, upstairs now".

"But we haven't reached a conclusion" I glared.

But her glare was frostier and her silence said I wasn't even going to speak about it again, for now of course. I'm coming back with full force and it's not over.

I stalked upstairs rather relunctantly
I grabbed my bag and my way back down mumbling some very impolite words that should be erred in all channels. "Won't you give mommy dearest a kiss."

"humphh, pass". I scoffed and walked as fast as I could to the door not without slamming it off the hinges first, much exaggeration to that, thank you very much.

My school wasn't really far from home, It was eight blocks away. Sometimes I wish it wasn't so the walk back home could be much longer than it is and I wouldn't have to see mama 'petty, pretty and perfect'.

I know I  shouldn't be so hard on her but she gets me so mad sometimes. Wrapped up in my thoughts I didn't quickly notice the commotion in my dumbass school, I hardly do it's like noticing Christmas trees and lights on Christmas.

Welcome to Brexwood high.

My worst nightmare, soon to be yours. ha! Joking, but not. Filled with stupid druggies, frat boys, skanks, rich spoilt brats, pimps, preppies, nice girls, goth girls, ugly bullies, body shamers, gym kings, yoga Queens, chill kids.

It's literally like an all you can eat buffet. You find every kind of specie there. There's a heirachy though, I guess it's basically in every high school, but there are only so many types of people, I lose track on who takes the top of the ladder or who's even on it, all I know is there's a ladder.

But the school is really large so everyone literally has their own safe space and corner and no one is all up in anyone's business. Except the teachers of course. So literally it's just mind your business I mind mine that way things don't get out of hand a little too much apart from the regular fights. Except with the cheerleaders of course because they couldn't go a day without trying to boss whimps around. Unluckily for them, I'm not a whimp.

But today it felt slightly different.

It felt like Halloween costumes on new year's Eve. Something felt wrong even in the air as I walked closer to the large doors. I saw jocks and frat guys beating some dude up. It's got to be bad because they never team up, something about separate group policy thing. I shrugged it off as some random thing so I moved on till I heard a grunt.

I know that grunt

"Aargh"

"How'd you like that? jerk!"

I looked to see who was getting beat up, then I saw Brent.

"My best friend". That name will get back to it's position when hell freezes over.

I gritted my teeth and pinched my palms hard, then walked away.

He made his choice and I made mine And that's how it's going to stay at least that's what I thought.

Till, I heard my name but it didn't sound like it was from someone in pain. I froze.

Eyeroll

Shit.