A Day in My Shoes

There's no way to make my life what people call perfect, but it's not. Well, let me start off by saying my name is Jasmine and I am the middle child of 3. I have an older sister named Jennifer and a younger brother named Chris. But people think that our life is perfect because my mom is a single parent that has raised 3 wonderful children. And she kept herself looking pretty good for a woman that has raised 3 kids. Our dad is a personal trainer. He left right after Chris turned 3, but he doesn't remember him. Me and my sister see him sometimes, but I am the only one that sees him really. It's because I am 17, about to turn 18, and he still wants to be in my life because I'm his baby girl. My Sister Jennifer, 27 years old, would say that she got all that ass and the hour-glass figure. My sister and I went to the mall. She was getting herself a pair of Jordan's and this guy that worked at the shoe store was trying to flirt with her. Then he had the nerve to ask me if I was her sister. I lied and said ,"No I am her daughter." Gave a smile at him like, you better back the hell off my 'mother'" He backed off so fast it made me laugh.First day back to school and it's my Senior Year!!!! So happy I get to see my friends again and ask them how their summer went.  ************************************ "Emily!" I yelled down the hallway ,"OH MY GOD I haven't seen you in forever, so how was your summer?" I said.  "Hey girl, my summer was really good. I went to Miami for the same thing every year. How about you?" said Emily.  "Girl, you know, I went down to South Carolina to see my cousins and met a cute boy we dated for the summer, but when I was leaving we had to break up, but me and he are good friends, the same old same." I said.  Emily just stood there looking at someone who had just walked into the school. I looked and saw him too.  He had light skin and had dark brown eyes. He had a black Polo shirt , black Polo boots and dark blue jeans. I mean damn and a fresh hair cut too. And did I mention he was in the same grade as me? Oh good God almighty he was sexy.  And then Emily told me about him. She said, "His dad used to play football for the New York Jets and they moved here for their son to get a good education. "But we both know that ain't true. "What's his name.... Darnell Williams is the new QB for the football team. He is better than Trey Songs. First period came along. Emily and I were not in the same first period this time like we were last year, but guess who walked in the class with beats on. Darnell with his find self. The teacher gave us assigned seats and the teacher sat Darnell right next to me. It was time for lunch, so Emily met up with the other girls at the spot we always eat at. "Aye, did I tell you that Darnell is in my first and second period class and he sits right next to me in both classes and he was talking to me in both classes." I said. "Girl, let's go find these two fools before I smack both of them."  She was talking about the twins Janeea and Jordan. They're cool at everything, but Janeea can't keep any secrets at all. Janeea is the type of girly girl who loves fashion, talks about boys and knows everything about everyone. Jordan, on the other hand, is a tomboy. She's all about that basketball life. " I see them, they're right over by the office." Emily yelled. We walked up to them and they both said hi at the same damn time and Janeea was talking to me about Darnell and then he walked right past us as he said hello to me. We talked for a little bit and then he had to go hang out with his friends that were on the football team. "Girl, you did not tell me that you knew him." Janeea said "Yeah, me and him have first and second periods together. Why would I tell you I have him in my class?" I said. "I need to know these things. It's very important that I get this information so I can tell everybody," Janeea said. Before you knew it, lunch was over and it was time to go to sixth period. Me and all my girls are in the same class together for this year, but that class was P.E. and God knows he needs to help me pass this class. My girls and I sat in the bleachers. We're looking at the doors to see who's going to be in our class. And guess who walked in the gym looking like a lost puppy...Darnell. Then he saw me and sat right next to me. He arrived kinda late though. Luckily, the teacher didn't see him walking in late because the teacher was Mr. Makay and he were really serious about being late for class. " Hey Jasmine. what did I miss?" Darnell asked. I looked at him like if looks could kill, he would be dead. I said "We are taking a fitness test today." I said, whispering. We all got up in the class and, of course, we did pull ups and Darnell did fifty pull-ups with his strong muscles. I did ten, Janeea did like five, Jordan did fifty. Of course, she had to show off , and poor Emily did five. The teacher told her that she had to work harder, but Jordan, she bet her own record on that she did fifteen last year. So the teacher changed the girls' pull-ups to fifty.  After all of that, school was over and I headed to track and field practice. Meanwhile, Jennifer goes to pick up Chris from school. Chris' face is kind of glossy, as if someone kissed him on the cheek, so Jennifer asked Chris "What's on your face?"  "I don't know. What does it look like?" Chris said.  "It looks like someone kissed you on the cheek. Did someone kiss you?" I said to him.  "No girls have cuddies,"he told me,  " M let me get you home so your sister can watch you."  Note when I get home from a hard day at school, that it is my turn to watch him because my sister has to go to work and my mom works late, so I watch him until it's bedtime, then I do my homework and I don't go to bed till 11:00 pm at night. Next, my brother Chris, 6 years old, and all ready got girls falling at his feet. Just the other day, I went and picked him up after school. A little girl was holding hands with him. I said ,"Oh HELL NO!" I hit both their hands and told them "No you do not hold hands, You are too young." He ain't bring no kids into my mama's house. I guess it's my turn. My name is Jasmine. I am 17 years old, I run track & field. Oh yeah I got that track body. I don't get mad over little stuff. I get the bomb grades. Living that single or anything, I am free as a bird, but all that changed this year.