To Catch A Dream

Jonah Part Thirteen

It's Tuesday, the day after the party. Rose still hasn't called me or texted me. To be honest, I was extremely disappointed. I mislead myself into thinking that I actually had a chance with a girl like her. What I didn't come to realize is that since she's so... so... Her, guys would be falling at her feet with admiration. Mostly, the main thing on my mind is Rose. Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose. Did she have to break my heart like that? I start to wonder if I should get more handsome.... Would I look good blonde? Maybe put in some contact lenses? I groan. This girl is driving me insane. Mom walks into my room.

"Jonah?" she says in a way that makes me think I'm in trouble.

"Yes, Mother?" I ask meekly.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I GROUNDED YOU, AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO PLAN A PARTY WHILE WE'RE IN LA FOR THE WHOLE HIGH SCHOOL? I EXPECTED MUCH MUCH MUCH MORE FROM YOU!" she yells. I bet the whole neighborhood could hear her in this voice. Wait. Did she know about the party? Which means, the woman read my texts. I calm myself.

"Mom, I sent that text before I was grounded. And please forgive me for once in your life for having fun," I say. She storms out of my room. I probably shouldn't have a party. I decide to tell everyone at school tomorrow morning.

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I wake up feeling nervous for no reason, obviously. I get up and walk through my closet. This has become a daily routine for me. Soon, I stumble into the kitchen, still in sleep mode. Mom hasn't made me anything. She's probably still mad about last night. I get myself a bowl of milk and cereal. I eat two bites and head to school. Today I'm in a particularly frustrated mood. I lost Rose, I lost my party. How could it possibly get worse?

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It got worse. Since I had no ride whatsoever or a friend, I'm forced to walk to school by myself in the pouring rain. It is the worst. I cannot even listen to damn music.

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After I finally get to school, I am officially about 40 minutes late.

"Glad we are able of your celebrity acquaintance Mr. McAdams," says my history teacher, Mr. Brown, sarcastically.

"Me too," I say, not giving in to his taunting. At least, not today, given how crappy it's been. Sometimes I wish I could switch places with someone in a much better position. Maybe that Mark dude. He seems to have a more or less good life, except for the fact that he has to deal with Bree. That, I would pass on. I study my surroundings since whatever the teacher is saying is like complete British. If that makes sense. I've always wondered why British people have such a weird accent. Also why when they act in movies they DON'T have accents. It's strange to me. Next to me, while silently observing (not creepy at all), I see someone new. I decided to introduce myself, because who wouldn't want to be my friend. I am such a likable and kind person. I wish.

"Hi!" I say, reaching out my hand in a friendly way. I hope. I think that's a thing they did in the 1950s. She seems like the 1950s type. She ignores me.

"HEY," I say a little louder this time. She continues to ignore me. "HELLO. WILL YOU PLEASE TALK TO ME I'M DESPERATE. I do realize that we are in the middle of a classroom, in which we are not supposed to be talking in. But you don't seem like the person who abides by the rules," I say the loudest I can muster.

Instead of her talking to me, I get a very disappointed Mr.Brown handing me a detention slip. What a rudimentary dude.

She glares at me, with those daunting blue eyes. At least she looked at me. "Why must you be so importunate?" she asks irritably.

"Imp-what now?" I ask. Vocabulary is definitely not my thing.

She, as I expected, does not respond. What do you expect anyways? My great personality is clouding her unsound judgment. As usual. I'm such a slick dude. I take this as a challenge. I will get this girl to be my friend within the next two months. Again, what do I really have to lose?

"Yo JMachine, you hear about the hallway fight between new girl and Mark?" says one of the super athletic jocks to me.

No... Actually I haven't. "The new girl? I say confused.

"Well, she did," says the jock. WELL. I think she did give off the attacking vibes. It earned me a detention slip for her to merely glance at me. She earned my respect to pick a fight with the QB of the football team on her first week.