Monday.
Kill me now.
Most people would be super pumped for senior year, they would probably have been up two hours ago getting there preppy senior outfits ready and packing there awesome new backpacks.
But no not me. I have ten minutes until I have to leave to pick up Will.
I decide to make a slight effort.
Jeans, a black tank top, an oversized shirt and my beautiful babies (my oxblood Doc's).
I whip on some makeup and grab my crappy school bag.
I run down the stairs. I piece of burnt toast gets shoved in my face.
"Mom said I should make you breakfast." My little sister Jess says, rolling her eyes.
Today is her first day of highschool.
I inspect the toast, burnt and dry. "Jee thanks." I say sarcastically. "But I'll pass."
She rolls her eyes again. I notice she's wearing far to much makeup.
"What happened? Your makeup bag explode on your face?" I laugh.
"Shut up!"
I smile, scuffing up her perfectly straightened hair. "You want a ride?"
"Durr." she mumbles.
"I'm leaving, so get in the car." I say walking out the door.
We both get in the car and I repeat the car rules, much to he defiance.
I drive to Will's. He's waiting outside.
"Get in the back!" I shout.
"Why?!" He says frowning. And then sees Jess. "Hey Jessica!" he smiles climbing in the back.
"Hey." she smiles back.
My friends don't get that my sisters a constantly pissed off bitch because she lights up when she's around my them.
"You excited for high school?" Will asks.
"Yea it should be fun!" She smiles.
I roll my eyes and Will gives me a stern look through the mirror.
We drive passed a lode of Jess's old middle school friends.
She drops down quickly, her head between her feet.
"What the hell are you doing Jess?" I ask.
"Hiding." she mumbles.
"Why?" I frown, shaking my head in confusion.
"I don't want them to see me with you guys!"
"Rude!" I say, pushing her sholder.
Both the windows are rolled down and I see Will smirk.
"Of corse Jessica Thomson, we can go back and get your irritable bowl syndrome tablets! Don't worry!" Will screams as loud as he possibly can.
I chuckle.
Jess sits up, and turns to face him. "I hate you."
"Aww!" he says, kissing her on the head repeatedly.
She laughs and turns back around.
We drive up to the school.
I see Charlotte's car go to turn into the car park but I overtake her and get in first.
She pops her head out the window angrily and then see's it's me. "Bitch!" She shouts.
I laugh and park up.
YOU ARE READING
Cigarettes, Sarcasm and the Complications of the Real World
Random"Time is a funny thing, isn't it? When you want it to go quicker, it slows down. And when you want it to slow down, it speeds up." When entering there final year of high school, meaning soon they will be in the 'real world', Harry Thomson is trying...
