The Anchor Sisters

Chapter 1:

Joann's POV

       4/8/16

     Hello there whoever is reading every word I write. The life I live may seem unrealistic, as well as what I write. Let me tell you about myself. My name is Joann Samantha Anchor, I am 15 years old and a freshman in high school, I live in a hotel room with my sister Jackie in Philadelphia (my parents live in the room next door), I have no friends, I don't seem to care about anything really at this point, I have no friends, and everything to me is been there, done that. This is basically the diary my sister and I were forced to share. So let me write about what is actually going on in my life. It is something like 6:30 AM, and I have finished getting ready for school, now if only Jackie would get out of bed. I COULD start my book report, but it's not due until the end of the month, and I finished reading the book last night. 

       Thank God for my amazing strategy. Crap. Its now almost 7 and Jackie is still asleep. Billy Corgan, thank you for the Smashing Pumpkins. I walk into Jackie's room (my room is this gap between the actual hotel room and the bathroom), and I turn on Siamese Dream, and that is sure to work. "I was having a good dream," Jackie said as she woke up. "Damn it, Jackie," I said. "We both have school today and you're supposed to be there in 45 minutes, now get out of bed, loser." "But I don't want to," Jackie whines. "AND BE SOMEBODY'S FOOL THIS YEAR. STA-" I sing loudly enough for Jackie to get out of bed. 

       Why am I dealing with this? Shouldn't Mom and Dad be dealing with her? Exactly. If only Mom and Dad were willing to deal with all of her BS before 9:00 AM. They may love her dearly, but they WILL NOT deal with us before their set time seen above. I know I just have to hope Jackie makes it to school in time. If only 'The Barbies' hadn't alienated me back in 6th grade. Then I would have friends. 

       As I get on the bus, I attempt to ignore the disapproving, hateful, dirty looks everyone gives me.  Since I am all alone once again, I just continue writing in this.... uh.... diary? I don't know. The only thoughts running through my mind right now are thoughts about high school.  As several people have said, ""High school is easy. Its like riding a bike. Except the bike is on fire. And everything else is on fire because you're in Hell." That's about right. Its the last day before spring break and all anyone can talk about is what they're gonna do over spring break. I can't help but listen. 

       From what I can tell, mostly everyone is being honest. Well, except for that one group of girly girls who always claim to go on the most awesome vacations over every break from school, and they never actually go. Sorry Celeste, but I am 98% sure that you're not going to Paris over spring break. Suddenly, I want to chime in. "Shut the hell up, Joann!" my mind tells me. 

      For once, I ignore my common sense. "I'm gonna be at the Warwick hotel over spring break!" I say trying to hold back my laughter. just as I thought, the  leader of The Barbies, Marie Channing decides to throw several insults at me. "Why because you LIVE there like a hobo?"" she says. "Do you live there because you're poor?" "Is that why you wear clothes that you found in a dumpster?" "There's a reason nobody likes you." she says. 

       I am so tired of her insulting me. Why am I just letting her push everyone around? What I'm about to say right now, I won't say it just for me, I'll say it for everyone who has been knocked down by Marie and her clones.  "Oh my God, Marie. Will you just shut the hell up and stop being a female dog?" I say. "Its not hard to just be nice and stop kicking people when they're already down!"  I say as I know I shouldn't say anything at all but the words just keep coming. "You may think that your attitude and this whole rep you've got going is going to get you everything you want in life, but that is why karma exists! For people like you." I say. 

       "Are you talking back to me?" Marie says. "Why else do you think me, Allie, and Olivia made sure you had no friends?" "Exactly. To protect everyone from YOU." She says getting angrier. I say nothing. "I knew it." She says once she realizes I have nothing to say. Finally, we're at school. I can get away from everyone. All I want is to get through the rest of today.