Forward again

Chapter One

   “Ring ring ring ring” the alarm clock screeches out at me making me groan. “5:30 already?” I grumble to myself stretching out hitting the alarm. I look down at my wrinkly Taco Bell shirt from work and sigh. “I’m gunna have to wash that I mumble to myself going over to my closet. I open the door and walk into it grabbing a black jean skirt that was probably a little to short for school but the principal never makes me change out of it and a pink tank top with a black shaw and run to the bathroom. My sisters doing her hair as a walk into the bathroom. “Hey zariah get the hell out!” She squeals as she covers her neck from the last night hickey from her boyfriend Jorden. I wink at her as I stop down out of my work clothes throwing them in the hall before shutting the door of the medium size bathroom. I turn the shower on and say “well maybe if you focused more on school like me and not the next party you wouldn’t have stuff to hide from mom.” I laugh as her face goes pail telling to calm down I won’t tell mom. She smiles at me and tells me I’m her good girl as she heads down to the kitchen for breakfast. Everyone says we look like twins but neither of us see it. We are 17 months apart. I’m a few days of being 16 and she’s already 18 and graduating this year. I focus myself back onto my shower the warmth of it starts making me sleepy so I turn it to cold screaming “OH PICKLES, THATS COLD” I say turning the ice water back warm letting my shivering body warm into it. I wash my hair and face and hop out. I grab my phone and check the time. “6:15” the sloth covered back ground pops up at me. “s**t” I groan grabbing the blow drier from under the sink. I’m always running five minutes late. Never for the life of me can I ever be on time it’s either 20 minutes early or 5 minutes late. 

   The process of me getting ready for school was pretty simple. I didn’t belong to any groups at school so I didn’t do really anything big with myself. The popular kids loved me and were always on me for joining there little possie but my heart wasn’t there even if some of them were the best people there were a lot who put the prep in pepper cause they had some spicy attitudes.” My group of friends I normally hang out with were technically the out casts but I had friends everywhere. After putting some eye liner on and straightening my hair. I run back to my room to check my calendar before heading down stairs for breakfast. “What do I have to do today” I sing out as my finger dances arcoss the the huge white board with dates on it. “It’s Thursday Januar-“ I stop and look at my phone seeing it’s the 8th “the eighth” I said crinkling my nose. My birthday is in 3 days and my mom over did it on the party. I was hoping taco bell would make me work it but nope. Traitors. I focus myself back on the calendar and not my fear of this stupid party. The calendar stated I have ffa(future farmers of America) at 7:30 and cheer practice after school followed by enough time run home eat dinner and get to work. I grab both of my duffle bags and head down stairs where my mother was curing her hair in the guest bathroom and running back to the kitchen to make pancakes. I kiss her cheek as I grab two pancakes squishing eggs sausage and syrup in between them making it a sandwich. “I gotta go” I say shoving a bite of food into my mouth before heading to the door. “Stop right there lady.” My mom says not even turning around. “That skirt is getting to small. You need to throw it away after school. Now sit down and eat your ride isn’t even here yet.” I rolled my eyes glaring at her sitting down. She was always hard on me. I could save a bus load of children and she’ll still find something I need to do differently. “I mean my skirts not that bad mom! Why does zoey get to wear whatever she wants and do whatever.”  I grumble as my sister who’s skirt was twice as short as mine flopped up as she got up to take care of her plate.

  “I’m almost 18 they can’t tell me what to do.” She shrugged as my mom shook her head and waved the spatula at my sister.

 “ I just gave up on you. Don’t think I’m proud of you or something like that. You’re trash at least your sister has a head on her shoulders.. like me. You’re just like your dad zoey.” My sister stuck her tongue out and grabbed her bag as her boyfriends trap music bumped the house from the outside. I finish my food and take my plate to the sink. My mom might be mean to her but she buys her everything and treats her like she does no wrong. When I was younger I really thought I was adopted or something by the way I was treated. 

 “I do everything right you know mom. I even work on top of everything why can you ever give me a break?” I ask while washing my plate off.

She ignored me and went back off about how I need to dress more presentable because my future is lined up for me I just got to fall in place as I slowly made my way to my duffle bags and headed to the door. “Zariah.” My mom signed not even looking away from her breakfast dishes she was loading around getting ready to wash before she went to work. “I’m gunna need you to put you’re two weeks in at work tonight.” Making me freeze and turn on my heels. I go to start my protest on how unfair that is and she turns her head 

“I promise I’ll make it up to you don’t fight me just do it.” Her tone told me not to fight back and head out “I love you sweetheart!” She says as I make my way to the door grumbling. I look down at my phone 7:15 “damn it where are you Jordan?” I say pulling my jacket closed zipping it. The cold January morning hit my legs making me shiver. If we were back in Michigan there is no way in hell I’d be wearing this. But we had moved here a few years ago to get my sister out of some trouble she was getting herself into.  I heard the chugging of the beat up old green 99 truck come up making me smile. I hopped in as it stopped and kissed his cheek before telling him to book it. My mom wasn’t a fan of Jordan what so ever. I plugged my phone into his radio and turned on some mayday parade relaxing my head on the seat closing my eyes.

“The smother of the year told me to quit my job.” I said after a few songs of him not speaking but glancing down at his phone smiling. I roll my eyes looking away. “Of course you are.” I mutter looking out the window before grabbing his phone

. “s**t Z!” He says trying to grab it out of my hand.  I pull away reading the text messages of all the girls he’s been screwing this week. He pulls the tuck over stating he can explain as I hop out. We were about 5 minutes to school anyways and I’d make it a lot fast walking then riding with him fighting I was still late for ffa. I throw the phone at him smacking him in the face. 

“I’m done. I’m just soooo done.” I say walking towards the school sign shaking my head. 3 more days and I’ll be 16 and I can finally apply for the private school. As I walk to the school I open one of my duffle backs and start grabbing my jacket and stuff out of there. I look down at my skirt and pull it down a few. Mr. jakeins wouldn’t like the president wearing this he’s told me before but I don’t care. I push all the days mess out of my head as I step into the school. I get a few smiles and waves as I walk to the ffa class room. 7:31 “damn I’m late.” I walk in with my binder in my hand tossing my bags under my desk. I grab the gravel and hit it on the block. “All in order to start the ffa meeting on...” I started seeing everyone was in their seats waiting for me which was different seems how I was normally here first. The meeting dragged on for what seemed like hours but really was just 20 minutes. The bell rang out making me jump as we were dismissing the meeting. Everyone got up to make their ways to their classes and I just stayed seated this was my first class of the day and my locker was on the other side of the school I’d take my bags with me til 3rd hour and then swing by on my way to that class to drop everything off. I opened my book to the chapter on the board and grabbed my phone out to see 12 missed texts. Mainly for Jordan there was one from my mom that stated she’d make up me having to quit my job on my birthday party if I didn’t fight her to much on it. I went on the first two classes with no issues. It all went wrong when third hour hit and I went to my locker.