Beep. Beep. Beep. I leaned over and hit the off switch but I didn't get up. I just laid there for a few minutes. I finally dragged myself up and brushed my teeth. Next I hit the shower. I walked over to my closet and got out my clothes. I got dressed and slipped on my shoes. I looked in the mirror. "Now what to do about this hair," I said brushing it. "Just down," I said grabbing my hat.
I walked out of my room and down the stairs. I went into the kitchen and saw Henry finishing up my breakfast. "Here you go Jay," he said placing the food in front of me. "Thanks." I eat a cup of fruit almost everyday for breakfast. Today was no different. I finished up quickly not wanting to see my father or Caroline. "See ya later Henry," I say getting up. "Have a nice day Jay," he says smiling. I walked into the garage looking at my baby. Unfortunately today it was raining. "Typical. I get a convertible and can't even put the top down," I say sighing. I throw my book bag into the backseat and get in. I popped in my CD and started driving.
"So this is it huh?" I ask looking at my new school. "Fun fun fun." As I was walking I got a lot of stares. God that's so annoying. I hate when people stare at me. It makes me feel uncomfortable. I should be happy that people always stare at me but I'm not. Now don't get me wrong. I don't think I'm ugly or anything like that. I just like to feel normal. "Hello," I said to the woman sitting at the desk in the office. Her name was Ms. Matthews according to the nametag on her desk. "Yes? What do you need?" she asked rudely. I couldn't help but thing she was in dire need of a makeover. I know it's kinda wrong to think that. But me and Andrea always did it. We would talk about the ways we would make the person look better. No more appealing.
She actually wasn't an ugly person. Maybe a lighter color of lipstick and more natural eye shadow. Her hair would look nice in a messy bun. She could pull of a nice blouse and dress pants. This job obviously isn't good for the whole aging process. "Yes I need my schedule," I said meaner than before. I believe in the whole 'treat others how you want to be treated' thing. If she was going to be rude to me I was gonna be rude right back. "Name." "Jaylee Wattson." "Okay here you go," she said reaching into a file. "After school the principal would like to speak to you." "Thanks," I said walking out. I was greeted by a very peppy girl.
"Hi I'm Nikki Harper," she said holding out her hand. I just looked at her for a second. Long black straight hair down her back. She had small features but was pretty tall. Probably 5'8" from the looks of it. Not really tall but taller than my 5'5". She had on too much makeup in my opinion. She was wearing a pink polo shirt with a short jean skirt and flip flops. That was a bad choice since its raining. "Um hi I'm Jaylee Wattson," I said shaking her hand. "Oh I know who you are." Okay creepy. This girl is definitely on my list of creeps. She must've noticed I thought she was a stalker because she said "Oh sorry I'm Caroline's niece Nikki." Great. Not only do I have to live with Caroline but I have to spend all day with her relative. "Let me see your schedule," she said taking it from me. Jeez thanks for asking. "OMG we have the same lunch and science!" she shrieked. Are you kidding me? Who actually says OMG? God what a lamo.
Name: Jaylee Wattson
Grade: 11
1st English III I. McMaster 213
2nd Choir C. Powers 509
3rd Economics T. Anderson 604
4th Lunch
5th Anatomy D. Dickson 109
6th French III B. Baxter 333
7th Pre-Calculus A. Mason 489
Locker: Number 265 Combination: 6-23-32
"Wow pre-calculus you're really smart huh?" she asked. Obviously. "Not really," I replied. Remember Jaylee play nice no matter how much you wanna strangle her. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Oh well there's the bell. I better get going," I said taking my schedule back. "Well do you know where it is?" she asks. Shoot I don't. "Well let me show you," she says taking my hand and dragging me to English III.
-Tuesday Sept. 4th -
3rd Period
Economics
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Come on clock. Lunch. I need lunch. Food. I need food. I'm starving. Come on 3 more minutes. I wonder what they have here. I hope it's good. "Ms. Wattson?" "Yeah," I answered. "Is there a reason you can't stop staring at that clock?" Mr. Anderson asked. "Yes actually there is," I replied looking at him. "And what might that be?" he asked. Before I could answer the bell rung. I jumped out of my seat. "Make sure you read lesson 2!" he shouted at the class. As I was running to the lunchroom someone grabbed my arm.I was spun around and facing Nikki. Great. "Hey Jaylee let's eat lunch together," she said smiling.
"I'll have a side salad," Nikki said to the lunch lady. Ew gross. "Um I'll have some spaghetti and a pop," I said. "Mhm," Nikki said staring at me and my lunch tray. "What?" I asked. She just stared at my tray. "Oh I almost forgot a roll," I said handing the lady my money. As we were walking away she whispered "You're actually gonna eat all that?" "Uh duh. Why would I buy it if I wasn't gonna eat it?" I asked."But all those carbs," she said shaking her head. "l know aren't they great," I said taking a bite out of my roll. "Gross," she said gagging.
"Are you a cheerleader?" I asked. "Yes. OMG YOU WANNA JOIN!" she shouted. "Well I mean sure." "OMG that'd be great. Try-outs are after school tomorrow. You so have to join. I'm sure you'll make it. Auntie Caroline will be so excited!" she said happily.
"Ok everyone this is my cousin Jaylee Wattson," she said sitting down. "Jaylee this is Adrianne Aldridge, Regina Rushton, Dawn Biorn, Payton Goodrich, and Tessa Byington." "Um hi," I said taking a seat.
At first they all smiled. Then their eyes got huge as they looked at my tray. "Are you really gonna eat all that?" they all asked in unison. "Yes," I said eating some spaghetti. "Why is that so hard to believe?" I asked. "But all the carbs," they said in unison. Ok this is getting pretty creepy.
"Yes people I eat carbs. Get used to it. I also eat sugar and fat. And I enjoy it," I said eating more. They all gasped and covered their mouths with their hands. "You enjoy it?" they asked slowly. I sighed getting up. "I'll be right back." I got up and walked over to the lunch line. I found a big piece of chocolate cake and bought it.
I walked back over to the table and sat down. "No!" Nikki shouted standing up. "Don't you dare eat that!" she shouted pointing at my cake. I raised my eyebrows at her. By now everyone was staring at us. I picked up my fork and stuck it in the cake. I was slowly inching it to my mouth. "No don't do it!" she exclaimed. "Too late," I said taking a big bite. "Yum," I said chewing.
"Wanna try some?" I asked handing her the fork. "No," she said waving her hands in her face. I looked at the others and they shook their heads. "Your loss," I said sighing. I watched Nikki's friends and they all stared longingly at my cake. They all seem pretty nice so far. To obsessed with food though.
"Well ladies Jaylee would like to join the cheerleading squad. Isn't that great?" Nikki asked smiling. No not really but whatever. "Oh, you'll definitely fit right in," Payton said. Really? "It's soooo much fun," Dawn said sarcastically. "Come on Dawn perk up," Nikki said. "Yeah Dawn perk up," Adrianne said. I rolled my eyes. Tessa laughed. "Is something funny Tess? Would you like to share?" Nikki asked. "Oh look at the time I better get going," Regina said looking at her watch.
"Goodbye," she said standing up. "Oh I'll come too," Payton said jumping up. "Yeah me too," Tessa said quietly. She's definitely the quiet one. "So what class do you have next?" Dawn asked. "Um," I said taking out my schedule, "Anatomy." "Cool me too," she said. "Come on let's go," she said standing up. "Sure," I said following.
"So what's your story? How are you Nikki's cousin?" she asked. "Well my dad married her Aunt Caroline so now she considers me her cousin. And lovely Caroline convinced my dad to move here," I said sighing. "Where are you from?" she asked. "Michigan," I answered smiling. I am very proud of that for some reason. "Oh. I thought you'd be from somewhere like LA," she said looking away. My face fell. Is LA all these people think I can be? Geez. Skip LA Andrea's the one who wants to live there.
"What's wrong with Michigan?" I asked defensively. "Oh nothing you just look like you're from LA." "Why?" I asked. "Honestly? Well the clothes and hair and the make-up. It all screams LA brat." "Seriously?" I asked. "Yeah," she said walking into the anatomy room.
