Where to Next

Chapter 1

Just five more minutes! Please just give me five more minutes I whispered to myself as I laid in my bed awaiting my alarm clock to go off. I squeezed my eyes as tight as I could in hopes I would fall back to sleep. Just then I heard the buzzer go off. Ugh, I moaned as I kicked off my pink comforter. As the alarm continues to sound, my mom comes bursting through the door.

¨For the love of god...turn it off Jade¨

She yelled as she turned to leave the room. I rolled over to reach across my white night stand to turn the alarm off. As I waved my hand around trying to reach the alarm I ended up knocking my retainer cup onto the ground. Finally I reached it! I smashed the button down on the alarm clock as hard as I could in hopes that it may just break. Then I rolled back onto my bed, now with my arms folded across my chest with utter disgust that I have to get up. ¨Why can't it just be summer already¨ I thought to myself. I hated going to school. I am fourteen and still in the eighth grade because my mom held me back a year. It's so embarrassing to be the oldest girl in my class. I am already taller than most of the boys in my school too. It's like adding insult to injury! Thankfully my little sister is there with me to make things a little less awful. Her name is Samantha. She can be a pain, but for the most part she is my best friend. 

We do everything together. Our friends always call us the Siamese twins because we are inseparable. She's cool and all, but I have to admit that I have always wanted a little brother. Mom says the two of us are more than enough. It's whatever really. We live with our mom and dad out in the country.  It gets boring sometimes, but I like living here. In the winter months my dad takes us out hunting. He says I have to learn how to live off the land in case one day the world goes to crap. I don't really like going, but it's not like I really have much of a choice. Sometimes my cousin will come along with us when we go. He is pretty cool. Honestly, he is like a big brother to Sammie and I. My mom says one day he will end up moving in since he is always at our house. Whenever he tries to call her Karen, she always insists that he calls her mom. Dad thinks it's unhealthy to have my cousin going back and forth between homes. Of course my dad pretty much does anything my mom wants so she gets her way anyways. 

I always think to myself that I hope one day I will find a husband that loves me the way he loves my mom. They´ve been together now for such a long time. She met him when I was just one years old at a friend's babyshower. It wasn't long before they moved in together. He pretty much raised me as his own so I think of him as my real father. My mom says they will be together forever. She even had his name ¨Eric¨ tattooed on her left shoulder with a rose. I always tell her I want a tattoo, but she says I am way too young to be thinking that far ahead. I honestly don't care if I ever get a tattoo as long as I turn out as pretty as she is now. My mom just has this natural beauty that I have always wished I had. Plus, she has fashion sense. She'll come home from a day of shopping with tons of clothes and shoes for us. Once she even bought me a Gucci handbag that I took everywhere. My friends think we are rich because of all the expensive clothes my mom buys us. I know dad doesn't approve and when he questions her spending, she always says things like ''I only buy the best for my girls¨.

Honestly, I ́ve got so much stuff I could open my own consignment shop. Literally, my clothes take up all the space in my room. I have so much stuff that I had to start using the guest bedroom to store some of my clothes because there isn't any other place to hang them up. My dad is always telling her she is going to drive us straight into the poor house one of these days with her erratic spending. She spent so much this past year that he had to take on a second job. I am not sure what it is that he does, but he has to wear a suit and tie. Since he is Italian, I always joke with Samantha that he is probably a wise guy. Yeah right, who am I kidding, I chuckled to myself. He has to be the nicest guy on the planet. When you really think about it, my mom and him are such opposites. How they even ended up together is still a mystery. He is so frugal with his spendings and tells me I have to learn how to budget money. When I was ten we went to the bank to open a savings account with my birthday money. Now every year we go down there on my birthday and make a deposit.