Being Someone Different

Comin’ outta my cage and I’ve been doin’ just fine. Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all. Started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it wa-

“Hush, Brightside, Mr.” I muttered while smashing my hand on the off button of my alarm clock. I snuggled deeper into my mountain of covers and sighed contently.

I don’t know why, I don’t know why I fight for you this way. Fight for you this way, fight for you-

“Ugh, I’m getting up…Just shut up already.” Rolling over onto my side, I ended the alarm on my phone and stretched. My bones popped and I groaned out loud while sitting up. The covers pooled around my waist and I shivered as the foreign air made contact with my skin. Taking in a deep breath, I forced myself out of bed and into the washroom to get ready for the day.

~*~*~*~*~

Kick, Push, Kick, Push, Kick, Push, Kick, Push

The wind flew through my damp hair and I smiled at the tingling sensation. My skateboard glided on the pavement below me as I turned various corners to get to my destination. That destination being, school. I could see it in the distance. The institution filled with multiple cliché groups it was ridiculous. I guess you can say my friends and I fit into the ‘Skater’ crowd. I didn’t really care about the way the kingdom of teenage kids label themselves. As long as I’m with my best friends, Mitchy, Ty, and Jay, then I am great.

Michelle, “Mitchy” is my oldest friend. We grew up together. Our parents are best friends, so I’ve known her all my life. She was like the sister I never had. Tyler, “Ty” has been with us since freshman year. He crashed into us, literally, while trying to get away from a teacher he disliked. Since we were all in the hall when we were supposed to be in class, we got a weeks’ worth of detention. Now, James, “Jay” has been with us the least amount of time. He transferred to this hellhole in the middle of Junior Year. We were wearing the same t-shirt.

Now, back to the present, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted them.

Try not to be late to school again my lovelies <3 After pressing send, I shoved the phone into a random pocket of my cargo shorts and continued to school. As soon as I got on the grounds, I picked up my skateboard, and pulled out my phone. Ty had replied.

So you DO care about us! I laughed softly while hitting reply.

No, I just don’t want to be alone :)

I hit send, shoved it into another pocket and jogged up the stairs. No one glanced my way as I walked down the hall to my locker.

“You’re such a selfish bitch.” I looked over my shoulder to see Ty and Jay standing there, arms crossed over their chests and playful pouts on their faces. I turned back around, put my skateboard in my locker, and grabbed the books that I needed for the first few periods.

“Who me?” I smiled sweetly at them and they just glared.

“Yes, you! Jessica Naomi Lekoure!” I shoved both their shoulders and began walking to my first class…Drama.

“You guys love me. But besides the fact that you love me oh so very much, and the fact the Mitchy and I are gonna beat your asses at the park later on, have any of you seen Mitchy?” They both shook their heads and I sighed, hoping she doesn’t get into too much trouble for once again being late.

“Well this is my stop. I’ll see ya’ll later.” I said, hugging both of them goodbye and entering my classroom. There were people piled around the erase board, so I walked over to see what the hell was going on.

SHAKESPHERE PARTNERS was etched onto the top of the board and I sighed looking for my name.

Jasmine
Tara
Gavin

I sighed as I walked over to where Tara and Gavin were awkwardly standing.

“So, what exactly are we supposed to be doing?” I asked them as my phone buzzed against my knee. I pulled it out and saw it was from Mitchy.

911. Meet in washroom by front doors.

“Tell me when I come back.” I said to them and turned around to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Gavin asked me. I looked over at him and felt small butterflies in my stomach.

“Washroom.” After getting a pass from the teacher…normally I won’t, but Drama is my favorite class…I headed to the washroom near the front doors. After passing a Pop wiping up coffee from the floor, I entered the washroom.

“Mitchy?” I heard a stall door open and looked over, my eyes getting wide.

“What the fuck happened to you?”