ItsJustLovely

I'm looking around the mall as if it were a foreign country. I've only been to the mall a few times and I usually let Bea drag me around to her favorite stores. I'm on the second floor and I realize I must look like a little kid who lost their mom or dad. Deciding it's best to sit, I plop myself down on the nearest bench and wait. Bea and I went to her house after her lessons to change and now I'm wearing one of her halter tops and a skirt. And let me tell you, it is not a very long skirt. Bea suggested that she do my hair and pick out my outfit. She tried to persuade me into wearing make-up, too, but I declined. And I swear she sprayed me w

This is the prologue for a new story. 11:54. The bell already rang for fourth period. I'm forced to stay back and clean up the cafeteria with a boy I don't know. The cafeteria is empty for this period and it's dreadfully silent aside from the sound of the mops and our shuffling feet. I lean my mop against the wall and sigh deeply before sitting down at a table. The boy, whose name I can't remember, looks over at me before dropping his mop in the bucket. He walks over and plops down in the seat opposite mine, glancing at the clock hung on the wall and back at me. "Jack?" "It's Joe," he says, the corner of his mouth turning upwards a bit.

 Not that good of a chapter because it's more of a connecting chapter to the next chapter I'm being yelled at by my dad via Skype. He's bright red from yelling and I would be laughing if it weren't for the fact that I'm grounded until he comes back home from his business trip—which won't be until May—and  my car will sold to a used car dealership. My dad finishes lecturing and logs off of Skype, leaving me tired and worn out. I pinch the bridge of my nose and shake my head. I turn off my laptop and throw it on my bed. I get up and go downstairs, finding my mom making stacks of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. She set's everyth