Someday

03

I woke up the next morning.

Feeling the same as always.

No, I did not feel "happy" because "it's a new day"

Because its always the same day.

Over and over and over again.

The same.

I rolled out of bed and made my way over to my closet.

I got out my black crop top with fringe at the bottom.

I then grabbed my red and black flannel.

I then picked out some high waisted ripped denim shorts.

I bent down to grab my black high tops.

I walked over to the bathroom and and put my hair in a side fishtail braid.

I walked downstairs to make myself breakfast.

I grabbed some frozen fruit, and milk then stuffed them into a blender.

I pressed 'on' and heard the outrageously loud noise throughout the house.

I stopped it and twisted it off the blending device.

I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured in the smoothie.

I sat on top of the counter and drank the smoothie.

Within a few minutes I was done.

I looked at the clock and saw that I had to go to school.

I cleaned the cup in the sink and put it on a towel to let it dry.

I ran upstairs and grabbed my bag off of my bed.

I made sure I had all my stuff in it.

Then I went downstairs and slipped on my shoes.

I quickly patted my back pocket to make sure my phone was there. Yes it was.

I grabbed my key off of the front hall table.

I shut the door, locked it and made my way to school.

I walked down the street and the wind slightly blew my hair to the side.

It was June so obviously in Malibu it was hot.

Before I knew it I was at school.

-at locker-

I completed the combination on my lock and shoved my bag into my locker.

As I shoved in my bag, the halls went silent.

This happened once in a while but, this is when the 'big man on campus' showed up.

I couldn't give two rat's ass about this guy. Everyone stood silent.

Where as I just acted like it was normal. I continued on and got my books out.

I shut my locker and automatically all eyes turned to me. I stared back at them.

Even 'mr. hotshot' looked my way.

I pretended like it was nothing and just walked in the direction to my class.

As soon as I left I hear footsteps behind me.

I then hear a low raspy voice.

"Hey babygirl." I heard him say.

"I'm not your babygirl." I said back in annoyance with him.

We continued to walk in silence for a few seconds before he spoke again.

"You know who I am right?" He asked me. I really didn't want to answer.

"You are the "hotshot" around here, Jack, everyone knows you." I said doing quotation marks around the word hotshot.

"So why don't you treat me like everyone else." He said pulling on my arm so I turned around and faced him.

"Because, I don't really care about you." I said and started walking again.

He didn't chase after me or start walking with me again.

I didn't turn around to see his reaction, I don't really care.

Let me tell you about Jack. He is the hotshot of the school, that's how everyone knows him. He will got high, drunk and have sex with any girl he wants. I hate it.

He was never always like this, we used to be really good friends, not best friends, just really good friends.

One day in 9th grade his girlfriend Natalie wanted him to try smoking with her. He did it and now he can't stop, the smoking lead to drinking and everything else.

Now he doesn't even date girls, he just 'humps then dumps'.
It disgusting.

He thinks he can treat girls like a toy.

You had your fun then after, you mean nothing to him.

Then he gets a new toy and the vicious cycle starts over again.

I went through the rest of the day just like all of my other days.

Ignoring all the pervs in the school who creeped on me.

Not listening to anything.

Just being in my own little world.

//after school\\

I went home and went upstairs into my room.

I flopped onto my bed and opened up my MacBook.

I somehow went from Instagram to scrolling through my photos.

I got to one picture of my parents and me.

We were all smiling and laughing.

Those were the good old days.

When they were around.

A single tear fell onto my shirt.

Not being able to bear the picture I shut my laptop.

I miss them, my life was happier when I had my parents.

I wish they didn't have to go so soon.