. I got into some pajamas and laid down onto my bed and turned on the TV. I needed to find something to distract me from the pain. Therefore I grabbed my forest green jeans port backpack that was beside my bed and began to do my homework that was due on Monday. The only homework I had was algebra and all I had to do was finish off a few pages from a packet, that I wasn't able to finish in class on Friday. Math was never really my thing and if I could avoid it I would. Like seriously, I stopped understanding math when the alphabet decided to get involved and Im not even kidding on that one either. Im pretty sure I either have a solid D in that class or im just flat out totally flunking it. No matter how hard I try I just can't seem to get it, I was even bad at biology to. That's why Im just grateful that my mom understands that and doesn't ground me every time I get an F in them. After thirty minutes had gone by, I got the packet done with a bit of a struggle but was still capable to finish it. I stored it back into my backpack and got up to get some food for my now bellowing stomach. I went downstairs and into the kitchen and scrummaged through the fridge for something to eat. It was random but all of a sudden I felt like I had the appetite of our entire school's varsity soccer team. The minute I found what I was searching for. I grabbed the leftover bowl that was filled with pig and chicken from last night's dinner, and poured out enough that would fill me up on a plate and warmed it up in the microwave. I cascade a bit of orange juice into a cup and seized my plate and went back upstairs. Not wanting to brag but I had been one of those few lucky people that contained a fast metabolism and could never gain weight. I was very slender and slim and owned a body that made having female friends an impossible thing to achieve. Due to their boyfriends or crushes gawking at me, when their trying to get their attention or time. I knew I was pretty but I wasn't conceded about it because half the time I don't really care about my looks. I mostly wear simple clothing regular jeans, skinny jeans, plain denim shorts, t-shirts, thermals, tank stops, plaid flannels, band tees, a few crop tops and leather jackets. I have a very tomboyish style because when it comes to fashion I don't really know anything about it so I stay clear.
My mother wasn't a fashion genius either so she wasn't much help when I went through my first few awkward phases in middle school. What's more embarrassing was that I never even had a boyfriend let alone kissed a boy. A secret that I don't ever plan on letting my friends or kids at school discover, just so I could dodge the humiliation because I know I'll never hear the end of it. My school had about 600 kids and I've known all them since kindergarten. A few since I was born. All of our parents have known each other that long as well and im just lucky that mine didn't have high expectations for me and allowed me to make my own mistakes and decisions. Although I can't say the same for my friends, and any of the other kids at school it was just because my parents were very carefree people. My bestfriend Kira Starr agrees with me to. I've known Kira since Pre-k. We've been best friends ever since then, almost practically like sisters. Her dad Jimmy Starr is the sheriff of the town and has been for a while. So he's pretty over proactive of her and of me as well since she told me that he thinks of me as another daughter. Kira's parents were and still are my mom's best friends from when they were our age. For that reason I wasn't surprised that Dallas's disappearance affected them as well. Before Dallas disappeared all three of us were known to be quite trouble makers. There was a time when Kira's dad actually locked us up in a jail cell for a day. Because we egged and tee peed all the houses on our street on Halloween when we were fourteen. We were only caught because Shawn Mendes a huge dickwad that we go to school with snitched on us. Either way when kids at school found out, we instantly got street cred. Abruptly the tiredness in my eyes was causing my body to yearn for sleep. Therefore I went back to the kitchen to wash my now empty dishes and then back up to my room to take a nap. I eased into my bed carefully and closed my eyes. Sleep beginning to take over.