Percentage(On Hold)

Chapter One

Looking, and staring I admired. What beautiful long curly-wavy hair she had. Brown just like chocolate with matching eyes. Lips so soft and plump just like a rare fruit. She's beautiful. Wow. Wait, it's me. I give a wink and grab my bag and head out. School again and again, I don't know why I get put through this hell, it's not like I'm going to graduate.

"Mami! Ya voy, I'm leaving now!" and like that I was heading to school, so I told my mom.

"No mija! I'm driving you today. I got a call from your school and someones been missin out on school," she gives me the stink eye.

"No ma I can go by myself," I said in a mono tone. Although I know theres no fighting with my ma so I get in the car.

"Amar you can't keep doing this," she holds my chin and stares at me. She sighs in defeat and the engine roars.

"Well it's hard when all I know are the basic shi-" I bite my tongue. Although my ma knows I cuss, I've always hated doing it in front of her. She bout the only person I got enough respect. "Thes basic crap. Everyone advancing in my class ma, and they rub it in my face to." I start to get angry.

"¿Quien? Who? Amar you just tell me and I'll-" I cut her off.

"Ma no. It's just this kid always rub his grades in my face like I give a crap." I look out the window and for the rest of the ride it was silent. Thank goodness my mom knows when i'm in my mood because I did not want to talk anymore, and let me tell you my, pissed off level was starting to rise.

By the time I had arrived at school I was ready to punch anyone who came within twenty feet of my bubble in the throat. But, for my mom's benefit, I held in my attitude just at the moment to leave the car in a proper way. I slide out of my seat and slung my bag over my shoulder.

"Adios Mima." I tell her.

She gives me one hard look,"No more skipping school."

"I won't, ma." I sigh out, I didn't blame her for not trusting me to run away from this hell hole as soon as she drove away.

She brushed her brown hair behind her ear with her hand,"Promise me that you won't skip today." She demands.

By now she was starting to frustrate me and on top of my anger from before, I was very well pass pissed.

"I promise." I say quickly and shut my car door before I lost my temper with her.

"Adios, ma!" I yell out behind me as I begin my long walk up these long stairs.

I hear her begin to drive away and she calls out to me,"Behave, hija."

I whip around quickly,"I always do!" I inform her with a small amount of attitude but not enough to get in trouble. I hear her let out a small snort.

I roll my shoulders as an effort to feel like part of my ego wasn't blown. And it works; I feel my confidence returning already. Soon her truck merges and disappears with the other school traffic.

I turn to face and continue my walk to the front of the school. There were fifty billion steps to get up there. I so did not need a thigh workout every morning. My physic was prefect, any girl would wish to have it. And it came naturally. So having these steps was quite frankly annoying.

But standing at the bottom step wasn't going to get me up there any faster. With an angry growl, I start working my way up. I began sweating and grew angry.

As if to add to my already pissed off state of mind, people had to gather and hang out on the stairs. It's not like I give a shit or anything, cause trust me I don't. It's just an inconvenience to me. Plus people had the nerve to walk in front of me. As if they didn't know who I was. I swear, if even a bee dared to cross my path, I would have yelled at it until my face was blue.