troubled.(ON HOLD)

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Media| another pic of Hendrix.

Chapter two| the 'troubled kid'.

Today was just an average day in the Kennedi household,

"HENNY GET YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN HERE BEFORE I SHART ON YOUR DAMN BED!!!" My annoying brother yelled

"CALM YOUR TITS SCHOOL STARTS IN 30 MINUTES" I yelled back

It can be quite hectic in a small two story house with two bedrooms and two bathrooms. The kitchen is small- wait you know what lets just say our house can make a claustrophobic person pass out. Any other little details about the house you can just make up in that little ass brain of yours. It's called imagination for a reason.

We ran up and down the stairs taking turns cooking and getting ready while in the process making the biggest mess physically possible. For two people, we aren't the neatest at things. Today was our first day of school and my dipshit of a brother decided to burn our breakfast.

"Pizza?"

"Pizza."

I am pretty damn sure we are the only fucking people alive that go to Little Caesar's for breakfast. We got a box of triple meat and drove our way to our new high school. When we eat, we eat like its a war zone. You have to eat fast or there won't be anything left for you. Let's just say Harrison and I finished a large box of pizza in 5 minutes flat.

I got out of the car and stared at the school. It was your average high school. Okay everyone close your eyes and imagine the most modern, plain, cliche high school you can think of. That is our school. When Harrison finally got out of the car we took a few moments to soak in our surroundings. In the background there were girls screaming at their friends like they haven't seen them in ages when no fucking doubt, I bet they saw each other yesterday for school. Some people were making out while others were practically fucking each other's mouths like their lives depended on it.

"That shit is gross" I muttered

"Hey! Language lady! What happened to being the good girl?" Harrison lectured

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you with my use in vocabulary words." I gasped in sarcasm

He rolled his eyes, "Let's just find that fucking office so we can get our schedules"

I rolled my eyes and we walked into the school entrance. The lockers were blue and tiles were white. Pretty damn generic if you ask me. But the school had it's ghetto parts. As you walk pass the boys bathroom you can literally smell the overdose of mj waiting to happen. And not to mention most of the lockers smelled of either pot or perfume.

"So...where's the main office...?" Harrison asked

"Why in the name of shits would you think it would be a good idea to ask me, your sister that has never once even looked at the damn school?"

"I don't know, little sister psychic powers or something?" He suggested

I sighed in frustration, "When you open that mouth of yours, I swear I lose brain cells"

"Come on Henny," he put his arm on my shoulder and stared into my eyes, "we all know you didn't have any to begin with"

I decided not to kill him yet and just playfully punched his chest. Harrison dramatically winced and put his hand to his chest while over dramatically tilting backwards, acting as if he was about to die.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm gonna go ask that guy where the main office is" I pointed to a guy with greenish grey eyes and small black gauges. He had a black beanie on top of his dark brown hair. I walked up to him with my (hopefully) happiest smile.