Unanchored: Inspired by Demi Lovato (book 1 of the unanchored series)

38.⚓️

"Nick, I swear to God, if you stop again, I am going to kill you." I threatened Nick, who was laughing his ass off. I wanted to push his head right through the dashboard window but then again, I needed to get to school. Don't get me wrong, I despise school with all of my heart but lately, I had been slacking in my classes. Due to the recent events that occurred, I always found myself distracted by what I could have done to prevent what happened that night from happening. The truth is there was nothing that I could do to prevent what happened that night from happening. Needless to say, I desperately needed to get back in the game and get my grades up. I am a junior in high school and I think it's time that I start passing all of my classes instead of flunking them. I already took my SATs at the beginning of my junior year and honestly, 1220, looks good on my applications for colleges that do require your SAT scores. The only thing I needed to do was pull up my grades, decide what I wanted to major in, and then start applying to schools next year. 

By the time Nick got me to school, one of the teachers who taught the ninth grade was about to close the door. In fear of being marked late, I bolted like a deer who was about to get shot by some guy who looked like he belonged on Duck Dynasty, no offense. Maybe that wasn't the best comparison, reference, or whatever. All I know was that I was not about to get another tardy pass again because I had received one earlier in September. That time, it wasn't entirely my fault, season six of Criminal Minds was getting interesting. I couldn't believe that Emily had faked her death and had everyone fooled that she had died. I could never do that, despite the number of suicide attempts that I had tried.

"Wait! Hold the door!" I yelled, struggling to get up the stairs while my backpack was weighing me down. What's so funny is that while I am running up the steps, Mr. Julian, my former ninth-grade English teacher, saw me coming to the door and he stopped me, saying, "It's 8:15. You're late. Go get a T-Pass from the main office." I groaned, rolling my eyes and stepping inside of the warm building. You would think that after being in that teacher's classroom for a year that they would remember your face and be kind enough to let you slide just this one time. But no, some people just have to be pricks.

Five minutes had gone by and I was on my way to my locker to put the books that I wouldn't be needing until after lunch. I put my numbers in my combination lock and opened my locker. I took my Statistics textbook out of my bag and placed it neatly inside of my locker. I grabbed both my American History textbook and pink binder from under my Chemistry Lab Manual. As I was putting my history textbook and binder in my backpack, I reached for the manual and held it against my chest. I locked my locker back up and proceeded to walk to my first class, which was Chemistry. Today was Monday, meaning it was Lab Day and I had forgotten my PPE, also known as Personal Protective Equipment, which consisted of a lab coat, goggles, and non-latex gloves. I had explained to Mr. Lenove my current living situation and I know I shouldn't have but I pulled out the "my parents are dead, so please show me some mercy" card. He excused me multiple times but he said that after a while, I need to find my PPE or buy a new one. So, I told Demi about my problem and she took me to a store, where they sold protective equipment for lab and ever since then I had been bringing it to lab but I guess today I was so frustrated that Nick was going to drive me to school that I had forgotten them at Demi's house. I hope Mr. Lenove won't scold me, he was a good teacher but he hated when his students didn't come prepared for class.

I walked down the end of the hallway to Lab 2, which was the name of the room, and right when I was about to enter the classroom, Mr. Lenove, who looked like he was in the middle of a discussion with the class, stopped. He looked at me, didn't say anything and he went over to the computer. I awkwardly walked into the room with all of my classmates' eyes glued to me. God, could they be any more intimidating with their beady eyes? "Jadessa Anderson?" Mr. Lenove said calling out my full birth name. He knew that I didn't like to be called that because, at the beginning of the school year, I had insisted that he call me Jade instead of Jadessa. I think part of me being late and interrupting his class must have ticked him off or something.