Stiff.

Chapter 1

"Uhm what just happened?" I muttered to myself as I was flipping through the book I had just seemingly finished. Desperately searching for an epilogue or a excerpt for the next book. I came up with nothing. Nada. None.
Walking through the halls, while reading a book is not a good idea matter of fact. I should know this by now. If I had known I wouldn't have run into the light pole in the hallway.
Next thing I know I'm on my butt, my papers spilled everywhere, my coffee from the gas station all over my pants, and Nate, second in command of the Bad Boys, trying not to laugh.
I quickly stand up and start gathering my stuff and awkwardly reach for a paper that Nate had been standing on.
"Uh... excuse me." I said with a shaking voice. I never was good at talking with strangers. One could say that I'm extremely shy.
He chuckled. "Guess that that's my bad. " I didn't bother responding.
Once I had my stuff together I ran to my locker knowing I had an extra pair of sweat pants and then hurried to the bathroom praying that I would make it to my math class on time.
Half way jumping into my sweats in the bathroom the bell rang. I pulled them up the rest of the way trying to ignore the stickiness and grabbed my jeans,stuffing them in my backpack.
I sprinted from the bathroom till I got about half way there, when I turned the corner I nearly ran into someone but I just clipped their shoulder. I wasn't paying attention to who I hit I just had to get to calculus.
"Watch it, Stiff." came from the person behind me and I turned for a milli second to see who it was. I couldn't make it out for sure but I think it was Jason. Leader of the Bad Boys. I didn't think of it to much to be honest.
I knew it was going to be bad when I walked into class. Mrs.Frady had her sassy face on.
"And why exactly are you late Christina? What was so important that you had to miss the first, oh I don't know, 10 minutes of class?" see? sass.
"Oh um I'm sorry I spilled some coffee on my pants and had to change." I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I was so so red. I could feel it.
"You're not supposed to have coffee on campus, you know that. On top of being late? Detention."
"What- no- I'm sorry- it won't happen again- please I can't - not a detention" I couldn't even get out a complete sentence. I was a wreck.
"Nope. You are scheduled for Thursday. thank you now please have a seat where you can find one since you were late."
The last open seat was the seat in the way way back. It had writing all over it. You know that episode of SpongeBob when he gets sent to the back and there's all the graffiti talking bad about Mrs.Puff? This desk was the real life version of that.
I spent the rest of class looking out side and daydreaming. Mrs.Frady didn't notice. After that horrible incident occurred the day did seem to go by faster even though I kept getting weird looks at my sweat pants. I guess a t shirt and sweatpants just don't cut it.
I sat alone at lunch per usual. I walked home alone per usual. I listened to music per usual. But what wasn't usual was that I saw number 1 Bad Boy's car drive down my street. MY street.
I grumbled to myself as I turned into my drive way, pausing to look at the small two story house positioned between 2 similar but a lot more run down houses. No one lived in the blue one on the right, after it had been busted as a meth lab. Yeah I don't live in the best area. But it's what we can afford.
I continue walking and get my keys out of my back pack. Pushing my keys into the lock and turning it.
"OH MY GOD. DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?" Dad's usual line.
"I WOULD IF I DIDN'T HAVE TO YELL AT YOU TO DO STUFF AFTER I TELL YOU TO DO IT 10 TIMES." My mom replied, or rather yelled. I walked quickly passed the kitchen and they immediately quieted themselves.
My mom wiped the angry tears and looked at me as I passed. "How was your day honey?" she asked with a sickly sweet voice.
"Fine." I replied not even slowing the least as I turned and went up the stairs. I turned right ,after the first door, into a room with 3 light blue walls and 1 white. The white wall was covered by 3 bookshelves all filled with books. Aka my library.
I turned toward my dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t shirt.
I went and sat down at my wooden desk and opened my back pack pulling out the homework I had for the night. Then I pulled out my phone and plugged in my headphones and began to work.
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I got up at 6 accidentally on Thursday. Well, I say accidentally but I was woken up by my parents. I listened to the yelling for about 2 minutes before I jumped up, took off my PJ's and put on my spandex and T shirt for a morning run. like I always do if I wake up and my parents are fighting.
I stuck in my headphones and ran down the stairs. I stepped out of the house and stretched my arms, usually my legs were fine.
I ran for thirty minutes doing 2 circles around the block. Everything was fine and dandy, until the second time around.
I had my music on half way because I didn't want to burst my eardrums at 6 in the morning ,but then again I could not listen to The 1975, which gets pretty loud at some points and the ear phones weren't the best. Anyway a door slamming made my head whip to the left at a somewhat run down house and a boy emerging from the house. Head tilted down so I couldn't see his face until he looked up at his car. Jason.
I probably shouldn't have been running and not looking ahead because well, there was a tree. and I ran into it. Face first into the tree so shocked that I stopped dead in my tracks and fell backward. Landing on the ground. Ouch.
I wiped off my knees my right one a tiny bit bloody from the bark and began to stand up. I brushed my self off and looked around to see if anyone saw, Jason in particular.
He saw, he definitely saw. Well I say that judging by the way he was laughing so hard he could barley stand. The blood rushed to my cheeks and I could tell that I was as red as an apple. I didn't want to say anything that would embarrass me so I started running again and he didn't say anything to me as I ran away from one of the many embarrassing moments of my life.