I'm Just A Kid
And Life is a Nightmare.
I'm Just A Kid
And I Know That it's Not Fair.
"Dammit!" Roxiie thought, tying her laces as fast as she could. The car beeped twice more, aggravating her. "I said I'm coming! Geeze dad, wait!" she yelled out giving a sigh of exhaustion.
Stupid mornings. Stupid school. Stupid life.
Atleast Fridays weren't as stupid as Mondays would be.
She hurried in the car, her dad driving off into the distance.
"See when you take so long! Look, you late already. Got your cell?"
"Check."
"Homework?"
"Uh 'Damn, did I even do it?'... Check."
"Money."
"Gimme." she asked, dad handing her a 5 dollar bill. She stuffed it in her pocket and watched the traffic lights switching. Green. Yellow. Red. Green. Yellow. Red. Each passing minute one less to detention. "This is just so... stupid." she thought.
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As you readers have probably known, our dear friend here is Roxiie. And it's her second year at high school, a real high school! Judging from past experiences that moved her to go home school for freshman year, that was a total bore! She did, however, get more refined with her act straight. But moving from ghetto K-Town Kalihi to easy-breezy Ewa Beach, she had a new start - new place - new friends - and new personality.
Time to start fresh, and be someone that she wants to be.
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The car pulled on to the school driveway and out she goes rushing to first period. The cool morning air flowing past her, the small echoes of leftover students... the bell.
"Oh... heck... no."
She ran past the other classes of the portables, her sneakers making loud thuds on the wood as she grumbled under her breathe. Quickly she turned right into the doorway of her first period, the students staring at her uncaringly. Her friend Cory motioned her to sit by him, making her way over there the teacher turned to her.
"Roxiie, excuse?" she asked, Roxy pretending not to hear. "Roxiie! I'm asking if you have an excuse for your tardiness." she yelled a bit louder, forcing her to speak.
"Oh, sorry Ms... I just had to, print out my homework. The printer got jacked-up last night and we had to wait awhile to fix it cuz my dad had to take out whatever was stuck inside." she replied, Cory and Damien rolling their eyes.
Yeah right
Ms. Pecoraro nodded somewhat not believing her. The excuse wasn't lame, it was just a bit... over-used. "Well Rox, you owe me a dentention then."
"But-but..."
"No buts. Afterschool today, or a phone call will be recieved at home." she said, making her statement final as she turned around and continued the lesson. Damien snicked.
"Sucks to be you."
"Yeah, it does actually."
x x x x x
So the rest of the day wasn't any fun, big deal? Detention first period, gum-chewing the next, uniform required during 3rd, and in 4th all she wanted to do was sleep.
Sadly, she now had gym for that period.
AJ walked with her to class, soda in one hand and other arm wraped around his. Close buddies, in a way. Though he stopped every 5 seconds to do the 'manly handshake' with his friends or to hug girls (and guys too. AJ was that kind of loveable guy, but he's not gay in any way.)
"Frick AJ, hurry up! Geeze, you just have to be nice, dont you!?"
"Ofcourse! So that people will love me!"
"Oh please, we hug all the time and I still dont love you." she replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Fine! I'm not walking with you anymore." he said, sticking out his tounge. She grabbed him andforced him.
"Hah, oh yes you are..."
AN: Ok, so can anyone tell me if this was written ok, or poorly? I want "good" criticism, people! No flames. I've kinda been out for a while, so I'm a bit rusty. As for language, sometimes my "pidgin english" comes out okay? Sheesh, I live in Hawaii! You can't blame me for that. Ok, maybe you can, but still...
Anyway, some details of this story is that is shows Roxiie and what life is like for her through high school. It's written out of a true daily life, my true daily life. However later in the story that's where the fiction happens. So dont worry. It's a high school story. Love, lies, and cheap make-up will come up shortly
But on the meantime, bear with me here.
