That Girl
Jazmyn
I hate my parents. Hate was a strong word, but right now it was the only one I could use to describe the feelings I had for them. Pure, pure hatred. I guess I sound pretty harsh, let me explain.
When I was 1, I was a beautiful happy bouncing little baby. When I was 2, I was still beautiful, still bouncing, but a bit of a brat. I mean up until then I was an only child with two parents who were obsessed with me. Legit, obsessed. Some of the home video's I had watched made me wonder where they had all the free time on their hands. But then, my little sister was born. And I wasn't sure I liked having a sibling. Someone to share my spotlight with. I was supposed to be the center of attention, all the time. So little sister idea was a bust, and then, on top of that, the made us move.
I was born in Boston, Massachusetts. And that was where I would always call my home. But then it was goodbye Celtics and hello Lakers. But I was only 2, so it wasn't like I cared that much I guess. I pretty much was raised on the opposite side of the country. So I was a California girl for a while, and I began to love it there. Daisy Dukes, bikini's on top. The whole thing. Cali would never be my home, but it sure was close. I had everything I needed and more there. And then right before Freshman year the worst thing that could happen to a teenage girl happened, I moved.
So then it was goodbye Dodgers and hello...Yankees. Yeah I was a Red Sox fan and I hated the Yankees. So did my family. And the thougtht of living in Yankee Territory made me want to cry. Red Sox girls and Yankee boys didn't work. So moving again was a little hard. Correction a lot hard. But still I had put up with it. Not without reminding my parents on a near weekly basis how they ruined my life. And fitting in as the new kid was hard too. Freshman year wasn't always so forgiving. My parents promised they would let me finish high school here in New York. And even know I hated it here, don't get me wrong, I wanted them to keep that end of the bargain. Something that could get me assutrity. I just wanted a clean start and finish to the most important years of my life.
And that brings me right to where I am now. They had lied, and yet again ruined my life. I was moved again, in the middle of Junior year, to North Shore High School in Illinois. And it was my parents fault. So that was why I hated them right now, and rightfully so. Moving at all was hard, moving during high school was suisidal.
"Jazzy!" My mother called from downstairs of our new house. There were few, and very few, things that were good about this move. For one, my dad's promotion was huge and we had been able to afford a pretty nice house. That was the only reason I was going to be able to even attend North Shore, it was the school for all the rich people. And my new house, I loved. More then the awful house we had in New York. And it had one thing I had always dreamed of in a room, a princess balcony.
I frowned, "Coming in a minute mom!" I said before trailing downstairs in a polka doted black on white bathrobe. My dark black hair was in a messy bun on the top of my head and my pinkish lips were definitely not smiling. I had been committed on this whole make my parents know that I'm still mad at them for ruining my life thing.
But once my mom saw my face, and my attitude, she sent be back up the stairs to my haven of a room. Mainly because I was no fun to talk to when I was feeling hatred towards you. I got back inside, and turned on my Mac Computer. Like I sad, dad got a major promotion. And I got a new shinny Mac for my room. I think it was just a bribe to try to make me talk to them again. I took the bribe with open arms, but my glossed lips stayed perfectly sealed.
I played around with my computer, wandering from Pinterest to Twitter in a holpeless attempt to entertain myself. It was one of those moments you felt like the world was at your fingertips but you didn't know what do to. I wanted to connect with old friends, but I knew it would only make me more upset and miss them more. And I wanted to keep writing my blog, the one I wrote for invisible followers.
I eventually gave up, thinking about the days to come. I knew that my first day was coming up, I couldn't hide from the school much longer. I would have to face the music in 5 days. Monday was make it or break it day. I was someone confident I would make it, but I was just worried about what could happen.
I always had a simple to-do list for high school. Head cheerleader, valedictorian, perfect boyfriend, and queen bee. I waned to be able to look back and tell my kids that I had ruled high school. I mean theses were supposed to be some of the best four years of your life. And I waned them to be perfect. I always knew I had it in me. I was just one of those type A personalities. And since I was little, I always pictured me ruling a clique around the school. I had some groups in California, but once you leave the clique you were gone. Everyone's replaceable. But I just knew that one day, I would have the chance to live out my high school fantasy. Even if it was in a different state then I had visioned. I didn't care, I wanted to run a school.
I didn't know how I was going to get all of these things to click together like a puzzle, but that was my plan. I was going to be "that girl" not just the new girl. It was still going to work out. My high school plan, was just on its way. Because "that girl," the girl I want to be, always gets what she wants.