my best mistake~jaden h.

part one

( few warnings before we start this book, i wrote this book awhile ago when i didn't know how to write or spell very well. I have been editing and fixing those mistakes but if you catch one please don't point it out because it doesn't make me fix it faster it just makes me sad. Thank you to everyone who is reading this book because you mean the world to me! My next warning is that there is sexual content and there will be a lot of things that you won't understand because i wrote these so far apart from each chapter that i would forget things and be to lazy to go back, so please don't comment it, thank you. Again i love you all and have an amazing day, i hope you like this book!)

Monday mornings were always my roughest . Not because of the lack of sleep i always get on weekends. from my brother and his friends yelling at a tv screen at 3:30 am because i had to go to school.
Just like every teenager i for sure hate Monday and it's stupid school.

" maya, get up school starts in an hour and i still have to drop off marcus!" my brother jackson said throwing a shoe at my head, making me groan. sometimes i hate that he's a baseball player and he has amazing aim. i get up to shut my door and locking it to change into an outfit.

showers in the morning were never my thing,so i always did that at 11. i always french braided my hair so it wouldn't look like a nest when i wake up.

pulling out the braids letting my hair flow down hitting the middle of my back. the waves were always my favorite thing about my hair. the braids never did it. it was always my natural hair. everything else about me made me want to thrown up. My under eyes were showing and my skin was pale from the loss of sleep every night.

i walked over to my dresser grabbing something that looked cute. which technically meant a sweatpants that were rolled up at the waste band. A cropped supreme sweatshirt that showed off my belly button ring. i grabbed my white fila shoes that i always wore.

i grabbed my phone checking the time only having 20 mins till i had to leave. i grabbed my mascara putting it on, and my concealer covering up my heavy under eyes. i un locked my door running into my little brother marcus who was in a shirt and no pants.

i laughed picking him up, " what you doing with no pants on crazy." he giggled looking back at jackson who was holding his pants.

" we have school go put on your pants and let's go silly." i said letting him go. he runs up to jordan letting him put on his pants and his shoes.
my brother is 6 years old and still doesn't know how to get ready without causing a ruckus.

Well so does my other brother and yet he's 17 and has no self respect for me. " let's go before he gets late again." jackson said grabbing his keys and his bag. locking the front door and unlocking the car.
this was how it goes every day ever sense i've been in high school with him. which has been 2 years of waking up to my brother yelling at me to get ready for school.

i buckled marcus in his seat handing him his lunch box and his backpack. running up to the front seat getting in and closing the door. i pulled my ear buds on blocking out the world for the 10 mins i had.
my mom was always at work in the morning at 4 am and never came home until 6pm to cook us dinner.
my dad on the other hand is in iraq fighting for are fucked up country.

either way we are more on are own than you think.
a 16 year old girl and a 17 year old ass hole of a brother to raise a 6 year old boy. Best idea ever parents. i've never understood why my mom never had a change in her schedule at work. i understand that she's a doctor but she's so bad at keeping up with her family it makes me wonder why she ever had a family.

we arrived at my brothers school watching him run out of the car to go hang with his friends. speaking of friends, madison usually texts me about being alone in the cafeteria with no one to talk too. still don't understand why she gets there so early.
as we pulled up to school jackson's car was already surrounded by his baseball friends and girls i don't think either of us knew.