So...yesterday I was looking at the cover of this book, and I decided that I wanted to change it, so I think I'm going to change it to something a bit better, and more...my style, I guess you could say. So for those of you who actually like this book and have read all of the chapters/updates, you guys should comment or PM me, and tell me what you think of the new cover, and whether or not I should change it back to the old one or not. Another thing that I wanted to tell you guys was that I'm also working on a different book, and I'm thinking about posting it sometime this week or maybe next week if I have enough time. I'm actually quite excited for that book, and it's called Frenemies, so...yeah, this is me doing some self-promotion right here. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this update!

I woke up feeling drunk.

Drunk on what, I'm not sure, but drunk.

I blearily blink my eyes open to the world, and my short hair pokes my eyes. I look at my body, and I'm in a compromising position with my brother. His knee is right next to my crotch and he's sucking on my elbow like he's a fucking 5-year old. Ew, just ew.

I shove him off of me and his body collapses on the ground with a loud Thud to accompany it.

"Ow, what the hell Len," he says drearily, blinking away the sleep.

"You looked like you were fucking raping me when you were sleeping," I hiss out. His eyes widen in surprise, and he nods his head, as if he's approving my choice to shove him off.

I look around us, and I see heaps of bodies spread out on the floor of the living room. I hear a soft chuckling off to my right and I see my mom in her dentist-robe-thingy sipping up some coffee. "Sleeping in on your second day of school? Really?" she says with a smirk on her face.

I groan in response and I started shoving all the people around me awake. I made this deal with her at the beginning of highschool, and it was that if I skipped school I had to do chores for the rest of the day, and she could verify if I had done them because there are cameras located EVERYWHERE in our house (unless I was sick, then this rule doesn't apply).

I grab my phone off of the nearby table. Before I wake some of these children up, I snap some pictures, in case I ever need them for blackmail material (obviously). In one picture Sophia is on top of Damien's right foot and it looks like she's cuddling it and using it for a pillow. In another, Bea is drooling with her head on top of Amy's stomach, and off to the side, Mike looks like he's making snow angels on the carpet.

All in all, I feel somewhat accomplished with this blackmail material.

Alex goes upstairs to get ready for work, and when I check the time it's 9:34 a.m. Right now, I'm trying to decide whether or not it's worth going to school. While my friends are getting ready for either school or a long tirade from their parents, or both, I'm still contemplating what I should do. The only person who's actually frantic about missing school is Amy; everyone is else is too tired to even think about what they're going to do in the next five minutes.

There's a long line of guys leading towards the guest bathroom downstairs; all of the girls decided to take my bathroom upstairs, and I'm just sitting on the couch, thinking about what I'm going to do today.

My mom walks past me and tells me, "Text me your decision whenever you make it; remember, the more classes you miss, the more chores you do." She grabs a water bottle and closes the door on that note. Well that's that.

My brother along with Bea soon makes an appearance, and they're laughing about something, but I'm not sure what. He's dressed up in a suit and he looks refreshed while Bea tries to look human, but fails miserably. Dat eyeliner doe...

Alex gives me a wink and says, "You should probably go to school; you know what mom's chores are like," and then he leaves the house.

With that reminder, I made my decision; I'm going to school today. While Bea gazes off into the distances, I call her out of her daze and say, "Are you going to school?" She replies with, "Nah. You?" I reply with a yes, and she just shakes her head and goes to the kitchen to look for food. I have top-notch friends.

I go and get ready, but when I look in the mirror, the only thing I can see is a mushroom. A mushroom, with a stem that has a face. And the said mushroom has black circles under its eyes. How nice. Needless to say, make-up has a tough job ahead of her today.

Five minutes later, I look in the mirror and I still see a mushroom, but this time, the stem of the mushroom doesn't have black circles under its eyes, and it has a swipe of eyeliner above them. The mushroom is also wearing a baggy shirt with the saying: "Flawless" (bullshit), and it's also wearing gray sweatpants.

I feel like vomiting at my reflection. Like, full-out vomiting. Like, pull the hair back vomiting, except in my case, where I can't really do much about my hair, other than letting it fall in my face. Ew, just ew.

I grab my backpack from the corner and I wince. Shit. I didn't do any homework yesterday. Oh well, I'll figure something out.

I go downstairs all ready-to-go, and I see a pile of people at the foot of the stairs, some of them waiting for me, and others undecided, not sure whether to go home or to lounge around at my house for the entirety of the day watching either chick flicks or horror movies.

Amy anxiously twirls her hair around her finger, and when she sees me, she cries out with a hint of despair in her voice, "Lenora, we've already missed 1st period! I can't be late for another class! Hurry up please!" I look at her and then I look at the clock. She's right.

I bound down the stairs and out the door, and I arrive at my car; unfortunately, Shaye (my car) can only fit five people, and that's including the driver. While we all try to figure out how to fit the eight people that have decided to go to school, Bea runs out of the house and gives me a set of keys. I look at her, puzzled, and she says, "It's the keys to my van over there. If you don't want to miss second period as well, I suggest you run for it," and then she goes back inside the house.

I look for someone to entrust Bea's keys to, but the person that I was looking for presented herself in a very hurried manner. Amy grabbed the set of keys from and said, "I'm going to take everyone who can't fit in your car, so you guys should probably figure out who's going with who," and she scurries off to a car that looks like a Ford Explorer. Yep, I was right, it is a Ford Explorer.

We decided that Sophia, Mike, Luke, Damien, and I would go in my car, and the other two people would go with Amy. So much for a van.

Five minutes later, a Honda Civic and a Ford Explorer pull up on school grounds, and eight people in total exit the cars. We all look at each other and we somberly head up the steps of Hell. This may come as a surprise, but I've actually never been this late to school before.

There's a first for everything, isn't there?

It's second period and it's my most hated subject. English. Ew, just ew.

At least I missed Mrs. Baloney's class, even though I still don't know what I'm going to do with my missed detention.

I entered the class with Amy behind me, trying (and failing) to look brave.

My eyes scan the classroom and I can literally feel everyone's stares on me.

"Ms. Moore, I presume, along with Ms. Guenther?" the teacher asked me, peeking up under his thick, rounded glasses.

"That's right sir," I say, with more confidence than I feel. Amy just gives a quiet squeak behind me. For someone who knows how to make a dramatic exit out of a cafeteria, she sure did know how to be quiet when necessary.

The teacher gave the both of us a scrutinizing glance and sighed. He said, "Both of you may take a seat for now, but I would like to talk to you after class, or during lunch. Are we clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good. I presume you know where your respective seats are, and on each of your desks lies a copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. You will read the first five chapters and write a five-sentence summary on each chapter. If you do not finish in class, it will be homework, and must be turned in first thing tomorrow, and if you decide to make another late appearance, it will cost you 10 points of your grade. You may also submit it electronically tonight if you would like. Are we clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Then you may take a seat."

All 32 (I think) pairs of eyes followed me and Amy to our seats, and when we were done with our walk of shame, many heads swiveled back around to the work laid out on their desks. I look at my copy of Pride and Prejudice and flip through the pages, and I start reading.

About 30 minutes later, I hear a scraping of a chair off to my right, and I see the first person to turn in their work. Surprisingly, it's chocolate boy. The guy with tattoos peeking out of his left shirt sleeve. I'm not going to lie, but I would have never thought that he would even be in an AP English class, much less be the first one to turn in his work.

I keep glancing at him and by the time he turns in his work, I'm unabashedly staring at him, with no concern or thought of what would happen if he caught me looking. But, of course, life is not a fair game, so of course he happens to catch me looking at him.

How awkward.

I'm honestly not looking at him because he looks good. No, that's not it. I mean, yes, he does have wonderful features, but that's not what I'm concerned with. It's the fact that he's so hard to read, like he's a very unpredictable person. For example, I don't remember ever meeting him, and yet everytime he looks at me, it makes me think that I'm the scum of the Earth, or that I belong in a sewer. It's certainly not the type of hate that stems from the ugliness of a haircut; its roots lie somewhere deeper, somewhere that I can't access or don't know of.

I'm still staring at him when he knocks into my desk, sending my 3½ summaries flying up in the air, slipping away from my outstretched grasp. I send him a glare, but he's looking away, out the window and onto the soccer field.

Huh. The soccer field. I give him one last glance, and by the time I finish picking up my papers, the bell rings,and I shove all of my papers into my backpack. My eyes search for Amy, and she's already making her way toward me, and she mouths the word "lunch". I nod, and I start walking towards the teacher.

"Mr. Bird," Amy hesitantly says, "Lenora and I have decided to come during lunch." While still grading the summaries from the previous class, he looks at us and says, "Alright. Bring your lunches before you come." Me and Amy look at each other. "Alright sir, we'll see you then." He nods at us, and looks back at the stack of papers before him.

We exit the room together.

The next two periods pass with ease; history and chemistry. Both subjects are based in logic, and it may not seem like it, I'm a very logical person, and they're quite easy once you get the hang of it.

Aside from that though, right now, I am wandering the hallways looking for Amy. I want to go get food off campus, but we don't have time, and I don't feel like eating cafeteria food today so I guess I'll just have to eat when I get back home.

As I keep walking towards the cafeteria, I bump into the very person I WASN'T looking for, A.K.A chocolate boy. He holds my non-existent biceps gently and says, "Shit, I'm sorry, are you-" He stops, the minute he realizes it's me. He looks at me and gives me a slight shove backwards and makes his way past me, without looking back.

That, my dear friends, is worthy of a grade-A douche award. I hope he gets it sometime soon. His mom may or may not be proud of him for getting it.

I look away from where he disappeared off to, but this time, I'm met with a much more refreshing face, in the form of Amy Guenther.

Picture: Sophia Ramirez Guadalupe

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