(So this is a story I've had in mind for a while, its been brewing in my mind and now its going to overflow. Expect hilarity, vampire/werewolf bashing, teen angst, otaku logic, and much more. But mostly hilarity. Enjoy!)
Chapter One: Cycle
"Henceforth; the Harlem Renaissance was one of the movements in America..."
I felt bad for my US History 2 teacher.
He was lecturing a bunch of hormone crazed teenagers who could care less about how much the 'Jazz Age' affected America, and would really like to get the Hell outta this school.
Well, maybe some dedicated honor students cared. But I knew one thing, and one thing only; I was bored already.
It was in the second week of my Junior year. Ah, what a fine year. No, wait...That's the gum I was chewing. Junior year looked about as bleak as last year was. Homework galore, high school drama, and nagging family.
And the cycle begins, ladies and gentlemen!
"Don't you agree, miss Hemming?" A baritone voice cut my thoughts off.
"Huh?" I dully answered, snapping out of my thoughts. My History teacher looked down at me with disdain written on his crinkled and tired features.
"I said; don't you agree that Jim Crow laws hindered the Blacks from reaching their true potential?" Oh yeah, we were talking about Harlem or something.
"Yes. Yes it did." I answered studiously back. "Is that not what triggered the Harlem Renaissance, Mr. Reynolds?" Ooh, I was on fire.
"Yes, but other things did as well." He doused my fire with a fire hose. Ouch.
He walked away from my desk, satisfied that I was now 'paying attention'. He stood up in the front of the room again, about to rattle off something more; until we heard the bell. He then started to quickly say the homework assignment as scoots of chairs and chattering began in the small classroom. I put away my binder and book in my book bag, and slung it over my shoulder. I looked up and saw my friend Jessie waiting for me by the door.
"Have an eventful day, Miss Hemming." Mr. Reynolds dull and deep voice said. No enthusiasm in it whatsoever.
Jeez, couldn't he just call me by my name? Fine. Two can play at that game. "Will do, sir." I saluted him, and turned to the doorway where Jessie was.
We were walking down the crowded hallways, the scent of perfume (from girls who just looooved to dump the stuff practically all over themselves; ) and the smell of old textbooks tingling at my nostrils.
"Adina?" Jessie's small, yet strong voice filled my ears. I looked over at her and flashed her a smile. Her petite size and curly brown hair could make you think she was in the 7th grade. She had pale skin with freckles dotting it like sprinkles on a cupcake. Her hazel eyes always were full of curiosity and alight with happiness, even when things were tough for her. She pushed up her glasses, and waited for me to respond.
"Yeah?"
"Would you like a tarot card reading from me after school? It won't take long, and I need to practice. I've gotten a bit rusty over the summer." Did I mention my friend was a practicing psychic? She's convinced shes got supernatural powers. Ah well, more 'power' to her.
"I guess. Maybe if you weren't catching up on that 'Twilight' series, you wouldn't be in that predicament; now would you?" I teased. Sadly, I had read the entire series; and I knew it was bad. Stereotypical vampire love and sex. Oh, and lets not forget the werewolves. But like a fat person knows its wrong and bad for them to eat cake, I read the series anyway by peer pressure.
I swear, I'm gonna get back at Jessie for that.
She blushed, and shifted the books in her arms. "Its really good, though! I mean, its like...The Romeo and Juliet of our time!" She did have a point there.
"Yeah, I guess. At least I can comprehend what they're saying." Stupid Shakespeare and his dialogue. "But now people are writing about vampires, role-playing vampires, and lets not forget; trying to become vampires! And don't get me started on the werewolf thing." Honestly, it was all a little much. I can't go into a role-playing forum without seeing the words. "Besides, I have to deal with werewolves and vampires at my house!"
Jessie gave me a confusing look. Then, laughed. "Ooh, ok. I get it!!" Jessie was always like that. Always having a delayed reaction to any joke I could muster. "But, I'm sure its not that bad! At least you don't have two whiny little identical twin brothers!" Oh, well there was that. Timmy and Jake were Jessie's siblings, and now they were going through puberty at the age of 13. They were annoying as all Hell.
"True, true." I nodded and smirked. "But at least you are the oldest." I was the young one of three. My brother; Marlin (the middle child, now a senior in my school; ), and my sister; Ruby (the eldest, and the 'prized jewel' of my family.) were like festers in my side. Always taunting and teasing, never really considering my opinions or feelings on anything.
"B-But your brother is hot!!" Ew. I still don't understand what all the girls see in him. He looked average to me; he was olive skinned like me and my sister, and had brown eyes and black spikey hair. Oh, and a slight 5:00 shadow. He was a freaking grizzly, for crap's sake! I shook my head.
"Lets not discuss that." Aka, conversation over. She sighed impatiently as we split paths to our separate classes. I had English, she had Biology Advanced. "Have fun cutting open some frogs!" I called over my shoulder. Her tinkling laugh echoed in the hallway, and I smiled. Well, until the devil himself; Marlin came into view. He clonked my head with his blinder gently, and grinned teasingly.
"Hey, Dee-Dee!" He used my ever-so-hated nickname, and his posse around him gave low chuckles.
"Hey, fish boy." I shot back, passing him to class. After all, his name was also shared with a type of fish. I heard a grunt, and smirked to myself. Gotta love siblings. I swished my messy ponytail off my shoulder, and headed into my next classroom.
But you know what I don't have to love? Vocab.
Ah yes, Junior year would be a fine year indeed.
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