Highschool. The chiched regular book and movie topic. Of course it was
either a playhouse or a nightmare, every highschool no matter the
context will have the popular group, nerds, jocks, etc etc I think you
get the point. This was no different, the...
Junior year, everyone is ready to get the hell out of school but for most there "dreams" will make them go to another version of the hellhole we call high school. Collage. The best place for striving young adults who just have one goal there minds are set upon, some influence by parents, hobbies, or maybe just to get out of working to hard and living there lives as drunk old guys who couldn't keep his wife and kids at home for the life of him. Or a deadbeat writer like muah.
I write for the school newspaper but let's just be honest with ourselves, no one read it besides the teacher on there smoking break.
Our town is normal, symple, and boring. Miles away from the bustling city, and interesting stores at every corner. The only thing that I guess sets us apart from any other regular small town is the gang violence, around the holidays it's worse with black friday and Christmas flooding the townspeople full of 'joy' and 'the Christmas Spirit' more like an all out war to get gifts for kids that will inevitably grow out of that thing, and for couples who want to believe that they will be together forever but eventually the inevitable heartbreak or divorce. In the United States the divorce rate is an estimated 17% wich gives me so much hope for the future you know?
You are probably so bored with this intro so why don't we actually start. My 'best friend's' name is Rose, she is the popular girl, she has it all, she is untouchable. She will rip through your heart faster than you can say the words 'Im Sorry'. She knows exactly how to make people feel their worst, including me of course I try to be her punching bag so she doesn't take out her anger on anyone who doesn't deserve it.
Do i really deserve anything she says or does to me? No. But I would rather be the victim than a poor other person who doesn't have thick enough skin. Or are egotistical maniacs who can't take criticism without their poor ego being damaged. I don't care, nothing she says or does gets to me, until now. We were hanging out in the usual spot by the old bench under a tree when Rose looked me up and down about a million times before saying, "Are you getting fat?" with intent to hurt me, I simply rolled my eyes, "Are you getting fat?" I mocked and crossed my arms, smirking slightly.
Rose walked off stomping her small feet on the ground trying to make as big a scene as possible, I knew the inevitable truth that she would go cry to one of her boyfriends and I would be threatened or something along those lines as an intimidating factor to get me to care. I shrugged it off and walked to my locker, getting dumb comebacks prepared in my head for her new boytoy that she picked up this week.
Surprisingly there was no one there, I sighed in relief and opened my locker. Upon opening to my locker was filled with red confete and a note that read 'Watch your back' I threw all the confete on the floor in disregard for the person who would have to clean it up. I ripped up the note and threw it in the garbage, ignoring the bright blue sign reading 'RECYCLE' going back to my locker and getting the necessary items for the next period.
I walked into class with my normal RBF or resting bitch face, and waved to David, my best best friend in the world. Even better he's as straight as a curly straw, making him the stereotype of 'gay best friend' in any scenario, he was good at picking outfits, with boy drama, and with regular people drama. He was more sassy than a drag queen that had a little too much to drink. "Haaaai gurrl" he exclaimed and i giggled, "Hello Davey, get a boyfriend yet?" he rolled his eyes and frowned, "No I will be alone forever and die alone with my 40 cats" I laughed and headed to my seat. Getting out my laptop that was covered in stickers from different fandoms, Riverdale, It, Stranger Things, etc etc regular teenage 'it's not a phase mom' stuff.
The teacher started the lecture as a folded paper aircraft hit me in the back of the head, as i looked back with a mean scowl on my face, a laughing boy wearing a black leather jacket and I made eye contact. I stomped over, and put one hand on my hip,"Yes I know so funny, I know you are probably Rose's weekly, so im gonna ignore anything ever happened because you will be gone next week." I smirked and waked sassily back to my seat he looked at me surprised, "Actually I have no clue who Rose even is if you care." I ignored him, and went back to working. Class ended and I shut my laptop with enough force to make the people around me jump slightly, "What? I'm not in the mood just move on with your simple teen lives where your worst complaint is how much homework we have." I shoved my laptop into my back and stormed out being stopped by the same boy in the leather jacket, "Aww someone's not in a good mood" he smiled I just rolled my eyes, "It would be in your best interest to get out of my way." I tried to push past him but he just scooched in the way, "JUST MOVE" I shove him slightly as people look at us expecting a fight or at least a meer argument. He crossed his arms, "Feisty little girl." he walked off and I was tempted to follow and try to protest my anger but just sighed and made my way out of school hoping not to be stopped by another guy wanting a fight.
This was not a rare occurrence if you were wondering, I take nobodys bs and they have an issue with that. I have some good sized scars from fights, mostly guys to be honest. Girls leave the scratches, guys leave the bruises. It's fun to see people's reactions when i come to school with black eyes or scratched all down my face, because most girls only know how to fight with their nails and flail like idiots hoping they can at least scratch SOMETHING on their opponent. I walked out the back door finally and looked around to clear the area of any 'tough' guys who want to threaten me for merely existing, once I scanned the whole area, I proceeded to my house which, thankfully, is just around the block from hell. As I walked into my festively decorated humble abode I am greeted by my ecstatic mother who has just finished lining the entire dining room in fairy lights, "Hi! Honey! Come look at what i've been working on all day!" She ushered me over into the dining room and I looked around and rolled my eyes, "Nice mom. Don't you think it's a little much?" My eyes trailed to the tiny decorated tree in the middle of the table, "Noooo I think it's under decorated, but we ran out of supplies." She huffed and sat in a small chair at the dining room table.
I went to hide in my room but got snattched by my dog and fell backwards, my schoolwork flew all over as I growled, "Oh come on dog you can't do that!" I got up and shoved all my stuff back together, stomping up the stairs and into my room, shutting the door dramatically. I threw my stuff on one side of my bed and flopped on the other, sighing softly, "Another day...." I groaned and rubbed my temples trying to calm myself down. I sat up and cracked my back crack crack, Ew, "Am I really getting that old? Im only 17 like come on." I got up and threw on some more comfy clothes, sweatshirt, shorts, and some cute long socks. I threw my hair up into a messy bun, and by messy I mean MESSY. I got a text from an unknown number 'Watch for tomorrow's locker decorations'. Great.. I think to myself and decide to text back 'I'm so excited!' and giggled to myself quietly. I plugged in my icicle lights, and turned off every other light in my room because they were bright enough to light up the whole room in blue light.
My room was a safe little home I could call mine. My mom gave me basic free reign of what I could do to my room, painting the walls, fairy lights, posters, flags, you name it. She just wanted the best for me and to make me happy since Dad left. I don't really want to get into what happened with him and my mom, maybe another time. It's the one thing people can find to make fun of me for.. So I ready myself everyday for the barrage of 'Daddy Issues' jokes from the lowlifes who can't seem to use their brains to find something other than that to pick on. I feel my phone buzz and flip it over reading 'I'm glad, it will be worse than todays' I just roll my eyes and plug my phone in, planning to stay off of it for the rest of my night.
Idk how I feel about this ahh it's kinda cringy but whatever, new chapters soon! I have one in the works but it's not done and still needs some kinks (haha) worked out :)
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