Typical

Chapter 1: Typical

Life isn't easy. Life can be cryptic and a struggle to go through with. It does what it wants and doesn't take well to begging. You can't escape it unless you take the "easy" way out. Struggling and hurting makes people try to see the good side of life, it shows that there is something worth fighting for. Some see life as a story, you write your future with how you deal with life's challenges. Some end up being a stereotype but others end up as over-comers and become prosperous. It just depends how you see life and how much you want to make it benefit for your good. 

 As any typical story mine starts in my high school. The hell which I had to attend daily, not that I wanted to, to work and learn. I know we would need some of this crap for when we are in the real world but why would we need to know the Pythagorean Theorem or how to dissect a frog? I'm not a math whiz and I definitely don't want to become a biologist. Especially since amphibians gave me the heebie-jeebies. 

I want to do something meaningful with my life, something that with make life better for everyone. The things that they pound into our brains may not benefit us for things later in life, so why teach it? Most of us don't know how to do simple functions that you need to know when you are thrown into the real world. When we are exposed to the real world we have no knowledge at all and we don't know what to do. 

They want the parents to teach us these things. But how can parents in this time period have time out of their schedules to do this for us? Parents who work 12 hours or more on a daily basis barely have time to tell their kids goodnight before they go to bed. They don't have time and we can't learn by ourselves, we need help.

Our generation is cluelessly lost.  

My school was like any regular high school. You had the sluts who would do any guy in a five mile radius. Who always had the most male likes and followers on any social media app. Hopeless nerds who hid from anybody who would walk by them and hold "secret meetings" in the library after school where they played card games and talked about whatever. Then the jocks who didn't have any lick of sense of anything as if their brain was only focused on competition like a angry cave man. Wanna be's who wore anything that was on a cover of a magazine and that wore as much makeup that they could find. But the worst group in our school was the popular group. The jocks kind of merged with the populars but they mostly stay separate. I had laid low in the regular people group, not that I wasn't seen or was a nobody I just didn't like being in the center of attention. Me and my friends just went through school like any average teen. Not caring if we fit in with anybody's standards.

The bell rang, breaking me out of my thoughts as my friends got up from our regular morning spot in the school court yard.

"Come on Mallory we have to get to physics, Miss. Ruck is going to blow a fuse if we are late again." Hollie dragged me from my comfortable position on the slightly cold grass.  We practically ran to class, steering away from make-out alley (a hallway were the couples of Hollow Brooke High went to, well like the name suggest, to make-out) and angrily went around the slow freshmen taking up most of the hallway talking about how fun their summers were.

"Oh, so you decided to show up on time today ladies?" Miss. Ruck scowled at us as we entered her warm classroom. "I would think that you would know better to show up to class on time since you'll be seniors next year."

"Yes Miss. Ruck." I answered her back and forced on a fake small smile and walked to my seat. Miss. Ruck, who was 29, wore her normal skirt that ended right above her knees, her brown eyes hidden by her glasses, and her blue blouse that covered her bust. Her blonde hair was curled slightly compared to my brown hair that remained in a ponytail.

"God she can be such a bitch." Hollie whispered to me.

"No kidding." What was wrong with Mrs. Ruck usually she is a cool teacher but lately she has been like an angered cat. "Is she on her period?" Hollie giggled and looked back to me with mischievous eyes.

"I think it's a little more than that, I think Mrs. Ruck needs to fuck." I nearly chocked on my spit and as on cue Mrs. Ruck bent over and picked up a pencil that she dropped. We both bust out laughing and we got a couple of people to look at us with confused expressions. We quieted down as Mrs. Ruck started her lesson about how gravity could affect the amount of force on an object.

It was lunch time, my favorite time of day. I got my usual plate of nachos and bottled water and sat down at our empty table towards the side of the cafeteria. It was right next to the large windows looking out at the beautiful Connecticut day. The trees swayed as the breeze pushed on their leaves. I heard a tray set down at my table and looked to see it was one of my friends, Jamie. Her red hair was tied in a bun and she looked tired.

"Spend the night with your boyfriend again?" I asked her while I took a bite of one of my chips.

"I wish, I was studying for Mr. Jeremy's English test today. He said it was worth a fourth of our grade this semester."

"That sucks." I replied back glumly as I took another bite of my cheesy chip.

"I didn't even finish studying, I fell asleep on my book, which by the way now has drool all over it and I'm so freaking nervous." She started to hyperventilate.

"Chill, I took it this morning. He just makes it seem hard but all you really need to know is the SAT vocabulary. You will do fine." Her shoulders dropped and she gave me a small smile.

"Thanks, I really needed that." I smiled softly and nodded. 

Hollie, Sage, and Coraline walked up to us with food in their hands. They sat down and we gossiped about how Kailey, the head bitch of the populars, was caught by Dina who was a nerd, giving Chris extra help with his "homework", if you know what I mean. The bell rang for us to go back to class and we laughed the whole way to our classes while Sage was talking about how she hopes Kailey doesn't go after Miss. Ruck's man, Coach Diego. 

Coach Diego was a coach who moved to our school last year and Miss. Ruck couldn't keep her eyes off of him like if she did he would die in a flaming death. And let's also say that she also despised Kailey. Every chance Kailey would get she would flirt her pants off with Coach Diego, even when there were other people around. So it was a good thing that Kailey was not in her class or Miss. Ruck would definitely fail her.

                School was finally over so I ran to my car and drove home. I tried not to zone out while I drove home, I wasn't going to get my baby in an accident. School may take up a big portion of my day but I do have other things to do. I don't do many clubs and my friends tried to get me to join student council in 9th grade but George Stansky smells horrible.  But I started volunteering at the local hospital and I would have to get there thirty minutes after school ended which was 3:30. School was really exhausting so whatever time I have to relax I will, even if that means for ten minutes.

 At home, not caring about my homework at the moment, I went straight to the second story of my house, where my room was. The house was quiet as always, go figure. Sometimes I don't mind the quietness but others it feels like I have no one. I groaned loudly and flung my door open. I knew every teenager had their own monsters in their closets but it seems like mine was like hell with infinite amounts of demons. I fell on my bed and started to fall into a deep sleep.