I tossed and turned in my bed and wondered
what that annoying buzzing sound in my ear was.
I groggily lifted my head as I gazed at my
alarm clock. It was 11:00. Which meant, I was late for school. I
had more than likely missed at least two periods or more which
was the norm for me.
I threw my blankets to the side and got
dressed. I opened my closet and wondered what I should wear
today. "Hmmm, what to wear, what to wear?" Moving things around
in my closet I settled on a simple black tanktop and added my
favorite ripped skinny jeans, studded belt, green plaid shirt,
and grabbed a handful of my gazillion bracelts and pulled them
over my wrists as I did my hair. "A little teasing and I should
look okay." I stared down my reflection in the mirror, "Who am I
kidding? I look AMAZING!!!!" I said as I flipped my
I tossed my backpack over my should and walked
downstairs to the refridgerator and grabbed a slice of cold pizza
and a Monster as I walked out the door. What a nutricious
breakfast! I said to myself.
I took the keys out of my backpack and opened
the door to my black Mustang convertible. I sat down in the car
as I tossed my backpack in the backseat. My fingers lingered on
the soft leathery interior. I couldn't believe it was actually my
car. All that saving REALLY payed off. I placed my fingers on the
steering wheel as I revved up the engine and sped down the street
I walked to my locker and grabbed my books for
4th period history. My history teacher hates me, so this wasn't
going to end well...
I walked in smoothly as I opened the door and
saw Ms. Lerman standing in front of me. Geez, this lady moves
like a freaking cat!!! I bet she probably sits through class
staring out the window waiting for me to come in late. Seriously
lady, you need to get layed!!!!
"Excuse me, Ms. Blitz..."
I frowned, "It's Ren. Not Ms.
"Ms. Blitz," I rolled my eyes as she smugly
grinned at me. "Would you like to rescheduale everything to your
convenience? I only assume that because of how much your
"Actually, I would like to change a lot of
things about this school having to do with the time, what we
learn, and who teaches it. But I'm assuming you were asking a
ritorical question." I added a fake smile as I sat next to my
bestie, Quin. Ms. Lerman sat down and scribbled on a peice of
The truth was I was actually REALLY smart. I
didn't need to learn this stuff. I know most kids say that but I
really don't. Not where I'm going. I'm going to be a singer. I
know it. Everyone I've sang for thinks I have a great voice. They
may not approve of the type or lyrics for my music but they like
my voice in gerneral.
And there are only a few people that know
this. Just me, my sister Elizabeth, Quin, and my math teacher. I
know it sounds weird, but my math teacher is a really cool guy.
His name is Mr. Michaels or Scott. (I call him Scott when I'm not
around other students.) He gets me and understands the way I
think. Plus, his class is the only class I have an A in. I like
math, I'm a nerd.
Anyway, Scott knows I'm smart. He just doesn't
understand why I have bad grades in all my other classes when I
know it all. And I've explained it to him. I won't respect or
learn from people that don't respect or want to learn from
Quin looked at me, "BUSTED!!!!" I looked at
him confused then turned around to see Ms. Lerman handing me a
slip of paper.
"Ms. Blitz, you have detention for the rest of
the period. You'll have to get the assignment at the end of the
day and turn it in tomarrow." I was shocked! But it quickly
turned to anger which I covered with a smirk, and snatched the
paper as I walked out of history class.
I sat down in the library where detention
takes place. It was only me and some kid that gets in trouble on
purpose so he can have extra time to read.
I strutted toward the front desk to look for
the librarian, "Oh, Mr. Tucker! I need help finding a book
about..." I leaned over the desk. Of course, Mr. Tucker was
asleep. As I leaned farther over the desk I saw a mirror. It was
just sitting there, mocking me. It obviously needed someone to
look through it. I walked around the desk and found myself
pulling a bow out of my backpack and placing it in my
"The party's here!!!!" I walked out from the
office and saw Quin standing there with his arms open. "If you
can't tell, I'm waiting for a hug because of my pure
awesomeness!!!" I smiled as I ran over to him and gave him a
"What are you doing here?"
"I kept correcting her in class. She got fed
up with me. Bitch needs to get her facts straight." He shrugged
as he wailed his arms around.
"I told you, she needs to get layed!" He
nodded then looked around. Silence. Complete and utter silence.
Quin walked ahead of me and yelled, "Who died?"
I caught up with him and snickered, "Be quiet!
Mr. Tucker might wake up!"
He smiled at me, "This place is dead." I
rolled my eyes at him. "You know what we need?" I raised my
eyebrows and shrugged as I looked into his mischievious blue
eyes. "Music, duh!" I laughed.
He and I walked over to his backpack and
pulled out his speakers and i-Pod. As I looked through his
playlists I found my favorite song, "We Don't Belong" by The
Black Veil Brides. I had a huge crush on the lead singer Andy
Sixx. I connected the i-Pod and pressed play as I sang to the
" CALL ME NOTHING!"
"CALL ME SOMETHING!"
"CALL ME CRUEL!"
I stood on top of the table as I stomped my
feet and flipped my hair. My head bobbed back and forth as I
closed my eyes and invisioned myself singing with Andy.
I had my own microphone and I was running
across the stage high fiving the fans and harmonizing, "WE DON'T
BELONG!!!!"as I turned and we locked eyes.
When I opened my eyes I turned around and saw
Quin staring at me. I stopped singing and asked, "What's
His eyes widened and he looked down as if that
moment had never happened. "Oh, uh, nothing."
"Are you okay?" I frowned at him as I hopped
down from the table. The bell rang for lunch. Instead of waiting
for me, Quin rushed out of the library and into the chaotic hall.
Disappearing before my very eyes.
I stood by my car waiting for Quin so we could
buy our lunch. Although, from current events, I was sure he
wasn't coming. After about five minuets I gave up and headed
toward the local Starbucks to quench my caffiene
"Uh, I'll take a mocha cookie crumble
frappacino with two extra pumps of the mocha syrup, extra cookie
crumbles and a Cinnobon cinnomon roll. Actually can you double
that order?" The woman smiled at me as she turned and began my
order. I knew that even if Quin wasn't here now he'd be in need
of a delicious cinnomon roll and some caffiene.
I sat down at a nearby booth while my fingers
lingered on an ad in a newpaper that was left behind. The ad
read, "Singers and Songwriters Unite! Perform in front of Ke$ha,
Pat Monahan, and Adam Levine to try at a chance for stardom! On
June 20th at 6:00 there will be auditions for a chance to get a
record label with Columbian Record Co. to start your very own
record!" It's only October, why and ad so
"Ren Alexander, your order's ready!" The woman
announced at the pick-up counter . I walked over and picked up my
order as I slipped some money in the tip jar. I grabbed the
newpaper as I walked out of Starbucks and into my
As I sat down in my car I saw him. Quin. He
was talking to a girl in the parking lot. He ditched me for
that? They started smiling at eachother and laughing. The
girl started blushing. Quin didn't like her. Did he? I've
seen my sister pick up better things off the street! He
wiped a hair away from her face. My ears were warm, my head hurt,
and my eyes were burning. I slammed my door and hurried out of
the Starbuck's parking lot. Tears drifted down my face. Their
moist warmness drifting down my skin. My ears were red and my
head was throbbing like I was having a hangover.
As I sped fast down the intersections, I
finally reached home. I grabbed the food and walked into the
house. I sat down at the couch and began to cry. "Well, well,
well, who's PMSing today?" I turned my head to see my sister
Elizabeth. I hadn't seen her in so long.
Lizzy used to live with us, until my mom found
out she was prostituting. Then she kicked her out, I was so mad
when I found out. I still keep contact with her. A while ago I
gave her Mom's work scheduale and a copy of the house key. She
comes around every once in a while when Mom's gone. Then she
leaves, off to find another customer. I don't like what she does,
but I'm not going to criticize her like Mom. She and I are too
close for me to do something like that to her.
"Oh honey," she said as she sat next to me on
the couch and put her arm around me, "What
"Quin, Quin, QUIN!!!! WHAT. IS. WRONG. WITH.
HIM. HOW COULD HE JUST DO THAT? HE, HE, HE DITCHED ME FOR THAT
UGLY ASS BITCH!!!!"
"Sweetie, I don't think I'm following." She
said to me with her wide green eyes and her beach blonde hair
framing her light face.
"Ugh, Quin ditched me to FLIRT with some
GIRL!!! HOW COULD HE DO THAT?"
"Well, honey, I know you and Quin are stuck by
the hip, but some people get tired of hanging out with the same
person. He may have just gotten tired faster. Why are you so mad
about it anyway?"
I shrugged. I really didn't know why Quin
being with another girl bothered me. I just didn't like him being
with someone else. Especially not another girl.
Lizzy began feasting on Quin's cinnomon roll
and frappacino. I was still too mad to stop her. "So, how are
you?" I asked Lizzy, still irritated.
"Oh, me? I'm great! Buissness is booming!!!"
She said as she smiled. I loved that she wasn't scared or ashamed
to talk about her "job." Mom hated even bringing up anything to
do with Lizzy. She doesn't like to be known as "the woman who's
daughter is a local prostitute."
Then I remembered, "Oh, Lizzy, don't forget
Marvin's birthday is on Thursday!"
"Ooh, what theme did he choose?"
"He decided on Monster Inc."
"I thought he was choosing between
Transformers and SuperMan?"
"He was, but he found out that I didn't get to
have a birthday party and mine was going to be Monster Inc.
themed. So, he decided he would do that instead."
Her smile grew bigger, "He is such a great
boy, it's hard to believe he's related to that
"It's hard to believe WE'RE related to that
bitch!" We started laughing and soon everything went quiet. Lizzy
and I stared at the blank television screen. "CRAP!" Lizzy gave
me a look of shock from the sudden break of silence. "It's almost
time for Scott's class!"
"You want me to drive you
"No, then I'll have to take the bus home." She
shrugged as I rushed out the door and got back into my
I quietly opened Scott's door. As it opened it
made a loud creak turning everyone's attention to me. "Ms.
Alexander, have a seat." I blushed a little as I took a seat away
from Quin. As Scott carried on with the lesson, I began to
wonder, Does Quin know I'm mad? He probably doesn't. Should I
make sure he knows? Hmmm...
When Scott was done instructing I was already
at his desk. "And here's your work!" he said as he glanced at his
computer. I get entirely diffrent work than everyone else in my
class. It's a lot harder and more challenging. Which I
I soon started on it, "So, why were you late?"
Scott was still looking at his computer.
"I bought some lunch and went home to eat it.
Lizzy was there and we started talking about Marvin's birthday
and other stuff." Scott knows about Lizzy and her "employment."
He always tells me I should try to talk her out of it. But I
never seem to remember to when I'm around her. I know that he is
concerned about my sister and where she might end up, but I can't
seem to contradict Scott or inform my sister.
"How is Lizzy?"
"Good, she's just a little worried about
what's going to happen during Marvin's party. She and I aren't
sure how Mom is going to react when she sees her."
"Ooh, DRAMA!" He said as he did "jazz-hands"
by his head. Acting a little gay in that moment.
"Ya, but not the good kind."
He laughed, "Is there a good
"Hmm, you watch Jersey Shore?" He shook his
head,"Well, guess not."