Gems (Editing)

Chapter One: Leigha Myres

So uhh I suppose this can be Leigha's mom. Sorry I can't find "Bitchy looking mom" on the internet ;) you'll see a little more of her mom's mindset in this chapter. Enjoy to whoever reads :)

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All classes are the same. Relate or talk about current events, learn something useless to your future, assign homework, leave. I know that Creative writing will be my favorite class, and the homework is relative to my future. At least I hope so. Finally, over the thought of sitting by myself, the teacher stands in front of the class and introduces herself. I didn’t really listen since everything she was saying was basically all over the whiteboard. I usually like the beginning of the school year, where all you do is get to know your teacher, them assigning something about you introducing yourself, then maybe learn about the people you won’t even remember in one year that sit near you. Paperwork was given out, about stupid rules towards the school, the class. It’s all the same.

Heading to Biology, I was glad it was nearby so I would never be late. I smiled, but when I walked inside my Biology class, it dropped. There were group desks. So far inside there were lots of popular kids. I looked down, knowing that I'll have to find an empty table, maybe even stand, or sit with a bunch of popular kids. I just love anxiety. Choosing the easy way, I hurried to the one table that was empty. I took out my things and wrote in my journal. The next time I looked up, an annoyed group of girls was walking over. 

"Um, we were gonna sit there. That's my spot." The girl with too many piercings said. "Well, I'm sure this class doesn't have any assigned seats yet, right?" I said bravely. They all glared at me. That's what I thought. "Girls, find a seat." The teacher said. They all scoffed in annoyance and all had to sit separately. I giggled to myself, earning glares from them. 

I had the perfect spot to slack off on my phone and scribble down notes in my journal. When the class ended, one of the girls bumped into me, knocking my journal out of my hands. I rolled my eyes while picking it up. "Watch your back, new girl." One of them called out. 

Seriously? Over a table? Great. Day one and I've made enemies.

Ha, just wait...

I already knew I was going to sit by myself at lunch, but I didn't know I'd feel so lonely. Part of me says get used to it...the other says to just try. Maybe later. 

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When the final bell rang, marking the day was over, I rushed outside. Only to get a text from my mom:

     Working late. You'll have to walk home. Sorry. How was your first day?

I sighed, knowing something like this would happen. I knew that my mother realized I don't really have friends around here, let alone can I make any. I swirled my fingers around the keyboard. I wanted to say that girls hate me here and I sat by myself everywhere. But she'd either have a fit, say I didn't try to make friends or lecture me on how I should be more "out there". All I could say was:

     Fine.

I watched the little bubbles pop, her typing. She was probably starting a lecture-paragraph. But the bubbles stopped then came back. 

     I will talk to you when I get home. Gotta go.

I rolled my eyes, putting my phone away. The walk home wasn't bad, only took half an hour. Walking into the house alone seemed sad, and lonely. But it only meant I had some quiet time. 

I stared at my journal for the longest time...wishing I wasn't losing ideas. Giving up, for now, I tossed it onto my other pile of journals. Around five o'clock, mom came home. I was preparing for the lecture as we both started making dinner. "So I suppose school didn't go so well?" She said while adding meatballs to the spaghetti sauce. "It's the same thing, no matter where I go." I mumble. She scoffed "It's because you don't try." I clenched my teeth, not wanting an argument. "Maybe if you wear different clothes, did some makeup. Try to look nice, and stop with the reading and writing nonsense." She said. I scoffed back. "I'm sure what I wear or what I like to do doesn't affect on how I make friends." The tone in my voice showed my anger. She chuckled under her breath. "Yeah it does, that's how it is. You should stop all of that, there's really no future with writing."

I huffed "Yeah, you think that because that’s what supposedly what happened with dad, right?" I threw down the knife I was cutting the bread with. She froze up a bit. I wasn't going to hold back. "Just because I'm forced to live with you now, doesn't mean you get to control my personality!" I yelled. I didn't care if I hurt her. She never supported dad, and clearly, she doesn't want to support me. "I'm so over this." I stomp away to my room, tears brimming my eyes. I didn't care if she'd follow or hit me. I said the truth. 

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I never really confront people. Let alone, my mother...

I wanted to FaceTime dad, but I didn't want to be a bother...so I just cried until I couldn't breathe. In the midst of rebelling to leave my room, my stomach growled. I huffed, shuffling downstairs. Mom was probably eating in her office. I make a bowl of spaghetti and eat sadly. I couldn't help but have tears stream down. "God I just wish something great can happen...to make me happy..." I wiped my face while looking up, not just at the ceiling but hopefully something way past it. I've wished and wished so much. To stay with dad, to not move away. Neither came true..."I just want to be apart of something amazing...I want...an adventure. A good one." I held back sobs, covering my face. I knew no one was listening. Not even my mother. 

After stuffing my face, I crawled back into bed. I fell asleep, into my dreams, maybe into a better place.

Not yet realizing my dream will soon become a reality...

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A bit edited from the original, I hope you enjoyed! Tell me what you think in the comments, leave a like!? Thank you!