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The moment lunch broke on out, I was dragged outside with the rest of the group I've been seen with all day. Underneath a tree just zoning out, passing whichever drug they had on them. I was never the one to take it, especially since I saw what it did to my parents. My father for example. "Not into dope sweetheart?" Shrugging as I leaned my head back against the tree, watching them just stare up at the sky, the light shining through the leaves making them glisten the array of colors that they showed. "Drinking's enough. Ain't it?" They all shared their agreement again, but they were too out of it to realize. Taking my little agenda did I realize I get to leave right after lunch.

My schedule was odd, letting me eat then go off home? But that wasn't my plan, I wanted to go drive around a little bit. Stop at the gas station perhaps, but anything to not get home alone early. It's the first full day and I wish to explore. So once the bell rang and everyone went on off towards their classes, I waved a goodbye as I made my way back to my bike. Securing my backpack and having my helmet securely on did I start it up. Before rushing out of the parking lot. 

My new found friends were alright, and if Jarod had told people that I was his step sister. Then this day would have been different, I don't mind the little lie he told at the airport. Just hit in the conversation.

The following days consisted of just showing up to class, it was at the football game that I went on over to, did I feel the slight bit of regret. Paying my ticket and wearing one of my brother's oversized football jerseys did I find my seat to watch the game. I was into football, I helped him one day this current week when Michael wasn't home for whatever reason. 

Rumor around the house is that he's leaving for a few months, and I cannot think of anything more worrying than that. 

Jarrod is pretty nice once I got past the large jacket that turned many classmates faces to either stare at or turn away. One good look towards him when he saw who I was hanging out with already stated what his opinion was, and that was a negative. Just a cold heart negative. 

However bad it looks. It could be one hundred times worse. Especially when he knows for a fact that I don't do anything more than drink, who doesn't? He does. There's a party this week and in a few weeks, that going to scare me if I decide to go. The 'stoners' as he and everyone else calls them isn't exactly true, there are like three out of the seven that smoke as heavily as most stoners of America.

I did, however, take my mother's car because it was getting colder and she worried on driving at night with my bike. In reality, I could drive at night, but she rather not have me drive at all. A battle I believe my brother and Michael had won for me before I arrived, that and because it's my only means of transportation. "Holden? You know Holden?" Turning around did I see a group of girls behind me, and when I greeted them a smile. They just began giggling. "Uh...Yeah. We're friends." Their confused expressions sparked through as I could tell that wasn't the best lie I could have told, cousins would have been better. "Aren't you the new girl?" "Yeah. He showed me around, told me to come tonight." It was getting on the right track, as some moved on down to sit with me. 

The game itself wasn't as packed as I thought it would be, the homecoming game was an issue. I wouldn't want to be the one to go to a dance, perhaps just sit home and watch a movie. But the moment my mom asked me about it, I knew we'd get into some sort of conversation about it. 
Honestly, I wish I was that type of girl that could wear frilly little things and not think twice about what I'm wearing. Especially when it's short and revealing. Just not who I am, and dancing and the second thing on that list. Not about wearing dresses. "He's dating Madison Lurenno." 

"And? He's my tour guide." I said, pulling my hair onto my back so my brother's name and number were not shown anymore. The t-shirt was still big and his sweater underneath was getting attention as well. "Gotta be careful. You see the blonde on?" The brunette sitting one over was pointing towards the who was up in front cheering onto the team, pompoms in the head. 
Of course, the jock gets the cheerleader.

So the conversation turned to school, and how I liked it. And to be honest, these clothes were probably more inviting than my flannel, dark makeup, and leather jacket in my arms. I just looked normal, my hair yet to be washed. A beanie on the top, all this and that. "Names Stephanie. That's Jill and Emma." "Blake." They all seemed nice enough, until one took note that I taking Psychology but they didn't see me in the class. I chuckled thinking it was humorous to have two different people seeing me the same way. 

Dressing shouldn't dictate who you are, I wear the leather because it's comfortable and I need it for the motorcycle. It's cold and supporting the football team requires the jersey, but in the end, it just caused more problems. Especially when the cheerleaders took it by surprise. "I...I think I'm gonna get going. It was nice meeting you. And see you in Psych." I said off to Stephanie, before taking a leave. Texting my brother just in hopes he will have a good game, leaving earlier wasn't my idea. But I ended leaving anyway, never went to a sports event for school before.

And probably never will again.

But in all, it had me feeling hungry. So I stopped at the local diner, just sitting at the bar. I did leave the jersey in the car, the sweater was enough. Good thing I did take it off, for it was pretty warm in here to begin with. "Haven't seen you here before..."
"New to the state."
"Welcome! Haven't seen a newbie staying for a good long while. You live close by?" Nodding did I say I live on the Drummers road, but in the end was it a long ass road where all sorts of farms were located. She wouldn't know mine specifically. "What can I get you?" Ordering a small meal of just a BLT and fires was enough to satisfy me, and get a nice long talk with the waitress, kind older women to be serving. All alone I might add. 

Looking at the atmosphere did I already feel the likable factor that everyone here knows, its nice, it's easy. And like she said before, everyone knows everyone. It was a late hour and whoever came in were either drunk, high or hungry. Even in Ct was that found. "Working all by yourself?" "Other waitress quit last week. Can't find anyone willing." Was all she said before rounding about the bar area and presenting the drunken folks with their food. I wasn't doing much outside of school anyway, and this poor woman looked like she needed more than help. "Got an application?" Her eyes shot on up from behind the counter, grabbing napkins or whatever sort of supplies she rendered into her waist apron. "Got an experience?" "Year and a half from my other job." "You're hired. Got school right?...Not that busy anyway, weekends are the biggest. Hell, bring in your homework if ya gotta." Smiling as she shook my hand, getting the job right then and there. Joe as I found out her name to be, was more than excited. As I ate she taught me the ropes and how much I'd need to know. Almost everything was the same, just location and the outfit. She was alright with me wearing jeans or whatever I wish. 
I think she's just excited for a new employee to help her out. 

"See ya Monday Joe!" I yelled on out, taking the leftovers and heading to the car. I made sure to tip her well, and now it was off to the house. Where I have to tell my mom that I applied to a 'few places and they called back.' I don't think she'll be made. There is no reason for her be especially since it will save her money every time I want to fix my bike. 

On the way home so I just stop to look at the score of the game, looking at the time. I don't know what my excuse will be for my parents. I'm tired? I don't even know, so returning back to the road do I speed on off. Making sure to turn at the correct driveway this time around before parking it beside Michael's jeep. He's still at the base, returning sometime this week before departing. 

"Aurora? You're home early." Taking off the sweater in the living room was I greeted by my mother, still in her nurse outfit. Holding Mickey in his pajama onesie wanting to be held by me. Placing down the sweater do I go on over towards the both of them, making sure to have a good grip on the boy before responding to my mother. "Got kinda tired, they were winning by a landslide so..." Was all I could give her, they were winning by a landslide. But I was awake enough to offer to put him to bed, read to him and give him a bottle. Not in the order but enough to make him go to sleep. 
Allowing my mom to have a few minutes to herself, taking a shower and just cleaning up the house. "You're so good with him. Even Jarod has a hard time."
"I took care of the younger kids in foster care..." I mumbled, regret just sprung on off. I shouldn't have told her that, careless. "School going alright?" "Yea, made some friends. And...The dinner in town hired me." Her reaction was more than excited, she was thrilled even. Saying how sweet Joe is and everything. The approval just gave me the segment of going off to my room, leaving the conversation until tomorrow since a yawn escaped my lips without warning. 
Sending me off to bed was sort of ironic, but the moment I was behind closed doors did I get a chance to breathe. 
Going towards the closet to put together a work attire just to get some ideas of what is and isn't okay. Black skinny jeans and a normal v-neck shirt is all I could think of while waitressing, or perhaps a local shirt. Whichever Joe likes better. But it will be easy to get there since it's barely a ten-minute drive.

But here I am, at eleven o'clock at night. Sitting down on my bed to do homework so I have the weekend to do whatever I want. There's a part of me that wishes to go to bed, but the other wants to get this math and law out of the way so I can sleep in and not worry about anything. So I pull my hair into a bun, grab my glasses and begin to work on my few tasks at hand. Writing a small essay on why I took law was something that my teacher wishes to know. And I honestly did not know what to write...

-The reason I signed up for this class while switching school was because I wish to embrace the subject of both law and criminology. A field where I have been closely placed growing up in life, the opportunities at my old school only had one single half-semester class. My goal is to retake what I learned and learn more from whichever sort of areas that weren't covered beforehand...

How else do I need to explain myself, to a teacher who barely looked at me for the first meeting? But whatever floats his boat I guess. Math, on the other hand, was more difficult than I predicted, so I just rested my head down on the pillow for a quick moment to refresh my eyes...

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Date Posted: 12-22-17 // Time: 2:11
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