Look Alive Sunshine!
You Only Hear The Music When Your Hear Begins To Break
I combed my wavy blond hair in the mirror and let out a sigh, I just moved to a new town and I was starting grade ten in some new school in New Jersey. Belleville High School was the name I do believe. Great, I thought, this school year is totally going to suck ass man. I hadn’t rely had the best couple of years.
I’ll explain my story; once upon a time two confused twenty year olds, who just happen to be my parents met on the streets of and fell in love. Corny right? A couple years later my dad popped the question and my parents were married. But then I came along, and kind of ruined the whole thing. My father didn’t want me, and he never let my mom forget that. Then 16 years later my mom couldn’t take it anymore and just left him and took me with her. So that’s basically my life in a nut shell… But it doesn’t bother me anymore, lies, it does.
“Rose!” My mother hollers, “You don’t want to be late on your first day of grade ten do you?” I bolt down the stairs eye line in one hand and slipping on my Pink Floyd T-shirt at the same time. “Mom” I laugh “What a corny thing to say!” My mom just puts her hands on her hips and spits her tongue out at me. My mother is fairly pretty with long jet black hair and blue eyes; her description does not fit her age. “Come on, I’m going to be late for work! And you are going to be late for school!” he nags at me.
I climb into the new Toyota and my mom plugs in her iPod and starts to play some sort of pop music. “Mom” I whine “Don’t play that pop music!” My mom rolls her eyes “Oh please honey, if it were up too you we would be playing emo music!” One thing I forgot to mention about my mom is that she has a horrible music taste!
My mom rolls into Belleville High School parking lot and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Have fun honey! Remember to stay safe okay! Don’t let the boys get to you” she laughs. “I love you mom!” I say “Love you too honey! Peace out!” and she drives away. I stride towards the door of the school it swings open for me and I look up and see an auburn haired girl holding the door. “Hello! My name is Beth! What’s yours?” She giggles her hair bouncing. “Uh, hi Beth, my name is eh, Rose.” I stutter. “Sweet name!” and she bounces away happily. Whoa that chick is way too bubbly…
I walk towards the secretary’s office and nock on the bland brown door, no response. I knock again and the door creaks open. “Hello?” I hear a rusty old lady voice. I walk into the room it’s a little more decorated that the outside. I scan the room for the old lady I don’t see her until she comes up from her desk. “Why hello there, what can I help you with?” she creaks. “Um, I knew hear and I need my locker combination and my class list.” The lady was very short with silver hair and a wrinkly face. She passed me pile of sheets and smiled “Welcome to Belleville High School! It’s good to see a new face!”
I paced out the room down into the hall with the most lockers, I whipped out my sheet with all my information on it Rose Grazia Locker number 302 Combination 5629. I stopped beside number 298 it must be close to this one! I thought to myself as I walked by. I wasn’t really paying too much attention when all of a sudden THUD!
I looked up and discovered that I just ran into a teenager with chestnut eyes and chocolate colored hair. My feel my cheeks heating up and I must be totally blushing of embarrassment. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!!!” I laughed sheepishly. “No, no it’s alright.” He chuckled he bent over to help me pick up my papers. “Dead Kennedys, eh?” He smiled looking at my shirt. “My names Ray Toro, what’s yours?” “My name is Rose.” I smirked, fidgeting with my hands. “Hey! How bout at lunch you come over to my table and you can meet my friends! I can show you around!” he laughed and walked away.
Maybe grade 10 won’t be so bad! I thought as I stumbled over towards my locker.
I’ll explain my story; once upon a time two confused twenty year olds, who just happen to be my parents met on the streets of and fell in love. Corny right? A couple years later my dad popped the question and my parents were married. But then I came along, and kind of ruined the whole thing. My father didn’t want me, and he never let my mom forget that. Then 16 years later my mom couldn’t take it anymore and just left him and took me with her. So that’s basically my life in a nut shell… But it doesn’t bother me anymore, lies, it does.
“Rose!” My mother hollers, “You don’t want to be late on your first day of grade ten do you?” I bolt down the stairs eye line in one hand and slipping on my Pink Floyd T-shirt at the same time. “Mom” I laugh “What a corny thing to say!” My mom just puts her hands on her hips and spits her tongue out at me. My mother is fairly pretty with long jet black hair and blue eyes; her description does not fit her age. “Come on, I’m going to be late for work! And you are going to be late for school!” he nags at me.
I climb into the new Toyota and my mom plugs in her iPod and starts to play some sort of pop music. “Mom” I whine “Don’t play that pop music!” My mom rolls her eyes “Oh please honey, if it were up too you we would be playing emo music!” One thing I forgot to mention about my mom is that she has a horrible music taste!
My mom rolls into Belleville High School parking lot and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Have fun honey! Remember to stay safe okay! Don’t let the boys get to you” she laughs. “I love you mom!” I say “Love you too honey! Peace out!” and she drives away. I stride towards the door of the school it swings open for me and I look up and see an auburn haired girl holding the door. “Hello! My name is Beth! What’s yours?” She giggles her hair bouncing. “Uh, hi Beth, my name is eh, Rose.” I stutter. “Sweet name!” and she bounces away happily. Whoa that chick is way too bubbly…
I walk towards the secretary’s office and nock on the bland brown door, no response. I knock again and the door creaks open. “Hello?” I hear a rusty old lady voice. I walk into the room it’s a little more decorated that the outside. I scan the room for the old lady I don’t see her until she comes up from her desk. “Why hello there, what can I help you with?” she creaks. “Um, I knew hear and I need my locker combination and my class list.” The lady was very short with silver hair and a wrinkly face. She passed me pile of sheets and smiled “Welcome to Belleville High School! It’s good to see a new face!”
I paced out the room down into the hall with the most lockers, I whipped out my sheet with all my information on it Rose Grazia Locker number 302 Combination 5629. I stopped beside number 298 it must be close to this one! I thought to myself as I walked by. I wasn’t really paying too much attention when all of a sudden THUD!
I looked up and discovered that I just ran into a teenager with chestnut eyes and chocolate colored hair. My feel my cheeks heating up and I must be totally blushing of embarrassment. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!!!” I laughed sheepishly. “No, no it’s alright.” He chuckled he bent over to help me pick up my papers. “Dead Kennedys, eh?” He smiled looking at my shirt. “My names Ray Toro, what’s yours?” “My name is Rose.” I smirked, fidgeting with my hands. “Hey! How bout at lunch you come over to my table and you can meet my friends! I can show you around!” he laughed and walked away.
Maybe grade 10 won’t be so bad! I thought as I stumbled over towards my locker.
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