That Game We Call High School (Completed)

That Game We Call High School

That Game We Call High School

Chapter One

High School. It sucks.

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Okay so in elementary school you have fun, being a little kid and all. In middle school, you think you're a big shot. Junior high, you get into your first fist fight. Then there's high school. Which consists of all of the above, then some. There are the immature ones, there are the ones who think they're too good for school, the ones who wouldn't have a reputation without high school, the fighters.. Well, you get it. High school is like reality, except you're forced in with the people you despise, and you can't get out of it. The place where you can get made fun of constantly, and no one will help you. The nerds, the wannabes.. It gets old, yet, they come out with new ways to put it every day. Yeah, well, I have a pretty simple way to put it myself.

It sucks.

Two simple words that describes high school in so many ways. And, trust me, I know.

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Monday's and mornings just weren't my thing. Especially when they were combined. That sucked even worse. It just so happened that they were combined this oh-so-fine morning. Waking up to my brother's rap music or waking up to my sister's screaming because she can't find her lip gloss.. Hm, which is worse? Not sure, but I was just lucky enough to wake up to both.

See, it's my Sophomore year in high school, and both of my siblings are in their Senior years of high school. Did I mention they're both the head of their own little cliques? No? Well, they are. My sister, Jessica Main, was the bottle blonde fake of the century. Which, of course, made her popular. You know those imitations of the way cheerleader's talk? Example: "Oh my gosh! I, like, had no, like, idea! I know right? Did you see-uh her outfit?! Can you say hid-ee-us?!" Yeah, well, that's my sister. Her favorite color's baby pink, but she wears her baby pink clothes like she belonged on a freaking corner of a street.

Then, there's my brother, Jake Main. Pitcher for the baseball team, and best batter. Or whatever you call it, I didn't really pay attention because of the fact that I couldn't give a crap less. My brother's basically what you would call the 'dream guy'. Resembling a blonde Jesse McCartney, blue eyes-blonde hair. Ring a bell? Him and my sister seem like they could be brother-sister-twins. But, no. They were a freaking month a part! While I was two years. Just peachy, eh? 

Ending with me, Khloe Main, looking like the total opposite of each of my siblings. With brown hair, green eyes. Oh, and let's not forget short. While my brother and sister are pretty tall. I have to take thirty minutes to straighten my hair each night, then five more minutes in the morning. Contacts or glasses, not 20/20 vision. Then I'm into rock, screamo, and some rock-pop, when my sister's in love with Justin Bieber and my brother.. Likes rap, all there is to it. Yeah, I'm basically not within their standards of 'cool', so, I'm not 'in' or whatever. 

Waking up with a groan, I hit my right wall by my bed side. "Turn that freaking crap off!" I yelled over the music, loud enough to know he heard it. He turned it off, by hitting the side that connected to my wall, making a couple of my pictures tremble a bit. "Thanks!"

Getting out of my bed, I stepped right into the morning light coming from my opened window. Ugh! Who freaking opened that?! Probably my mother. Gr, that woman. Closing the window shade violently, and slamming my bedroom door closed, I went to put my clear contacts in and straighten my hair. Ending with thirty minutes to spare until I had to start heading to school. Quickly, I put on a pair of faded blue ripped skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a black off-the-shoulder shirt. Along with my trusty black converse.

Time for makeup. Which I didn't wear much of. I put on some black liquid eyeliner, cherry red lip stainer, and lavender eyeshadow. Popping my lips, I decided I was finished. I grabbed my backpack and sauntered out of my bedroom door, right in time to see my sister exiting her room in a short, soft pink skirt and a matching Tee tucked into it. Though, the Tee was U-necked and was majorly low-cut. Her blonde hair had volume added to it with a bump-it (She didn't use hair spray, like I did. It's so much simpler), her blue eyes menacing. Her shoes were some baby pink pointed stilettos. Some people would look at her as a sweet girl.. No. 

Shrugging her designer bag onto her shoulder, she began heading down the stairs, pushing me out of the way. Even though she didn't need to. This made me fall down the stairs, rolling on my sides. Once I was down, both of my ribs were sore and my hair a mess. Luckily, though, nothing had fallen out of my bag on the way down. Going to the kitchen mirror, I fixed my hair, grabbed an apple, and began walking to school.

The walk to school was nice, peaceful. I already had my driver's license, but no car. Which, of course, Jake and jessica had. You could just say I was the forgotten child. But it was better being the forgotten child than being the spotlight child, where your parents were watching you every minute. It was nice, being able to go for a walk without being bothered. Although.. It's not very comforting to know you could get run over by a bus and your parents wouldn't know for a couple weeks. Not even exaggerating. 

My parents are gone for weeks at a time, not even bothering to call, or warning us in advanced. They just.. Go. 

Within about five minutes, I was at school. Looking at my phone, I realized I didn't actually have to leave for school for another ten minutes. Oh well, being fifteen minutes early wasn't so bad. Since they were just letting kids inside, it would be peaceful. For about three minutes.

When I got to my locker, someone passed by me, making about half of my stuff fall from my bag. Groaning, I bent down to pick it up. No, I wasn't a complete loner. I had a few friends. Whom I meet up with in the cafeteria later in the morning. Well, most of them anyways. Okay, so, like two of my friends. But still!

After organizing my things for my morning classes, I slammed my locker shut and walked to the cafeteria to meet up with Calypso and Lisa.

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So here's the first chapterr. I hope you liked it!! I was going to make a Player Vs. Player book er something like that.. But that's been a bit overdone, don't you think? So I'm changin it up a bit!! Please comment/vote letting me know what u thinkk =D