My Sharona, chapter 1
"EXPELLED!" I yelled "HOW THE FUCK CAN I BE EXPELLED?"
"Sharona, keep you voice down, and don't you DARE use that language! Sharona, you know our school policy! If you are suspended 5 times, your expelled! Clean out your locker and leave!" Miss Guthrie said pushing me out of her office.
"Damn principals." She muttered walking down the hallway
"What'sup Sharona?" asked Frank coming out of the guys bathroom
"Damnit Frankie Im expelled! My mom's gonna kill me!" I huffed kicking a nearby locker
"Well, where do you think your going to high school at? Are you going to John Swett?" Frank asked
"Yeah probably...I'll stay in touch I promise! I can't leave you because your so tre' cool!" I watched Frank smile, he loved when I said that. It was my thing, everything that was cool was "tre' cool". I loved that phrase, and so did Frank. Frank gave me a hug, I was going to miss goofing off with my best friend during classes!
"Well, I gotta go, I'll call you later Frankie." I waved grabbing the few things in my locker and walking out to my car. I climbed in and sighed, resting my head on the steering wheel. I knew no one who went to John Swett High! Frank did, he was friends with some other guys in a riaval band. Frank was in the Lookouts, he was thier drummer. Boy did Frank play the shit out of the drums!
I inserted the keys into my ratty car and started it up, and slowly turned out of the high school parking lot, and went up the road.
***
"SHARONA RAMONA HILLS!" My mother screamed at me. "EXPELLED? EXPELLED?!"
"Yeah, yeah mom, I know, grounded for a month, Im sorry, i'll apply to John Swett blah blah blah...yeah." I groaned lugging my stuff up my stairs and into my room. I glanced at the clock, 2:45. 'Well I'd better call JSHS, and tell em Im transferring.'
-one week later-
The buzzer on my clock went off, I could have killed it. Did I get any sleep that night? Uh, no...I was too busy freaking out about going to a new school. The thought terrified me. I knew no one.
I climbed into the shower, and washed my shaking self all over. Why was I so anxious about shcool? I had a very bad feeling, like I wasn't going to fit in. How many punks were at that shcool anyway? I didnt want to deal with the preps at all. Pretending to not be hurt by what they said to me was definately harder than it seems for the average punk. I dried my wet red hair and parted it to my right side. I let my long bangs slightly cover my blue eyes. I rimmed them with black eyeliner, and put on my black shirt, and my black dickies, and then put on my black converse. I was pretty sure I looked ok.
"Mom I'm leaving!" I called out to her
"Ok, by sweetie have a nice day, I love you!"
"yeah me too bye!"
I ran down the sidewalk to my car and hopped in. I drove 4 blocks to John Swett High School. I gulped.
"Here goes!" I said aloud.
"Sharona, keep you voice down, and don't you DARE use that language! Sharona, you know our school policy! If you are suspended 5 times, your expelled! Clean out your locker and leave!" Miss Guthrie said pushing me out of her office.
"Damn principals." She muttered walking down the hallway
"What'sup Sharona?" asked Frank coming out of the guys bathroom
"Damnit Frankie Im expelled! My mom's gonna kill me!" I huffed kicking a nearby locker
"Well, where do you think your going to high school at? Are you going to John Swett?" Frank asked
"Yeah probably...I'll stay in touch I promise! I can't leave you because your so tre' cool!" I watched Frank smile, he loved when I said that. It was my thing, everything that was cool was "tre' cool". I loved that phrase, and so did Frank. Frank gave me a hug, I was going to miss goofing off with my best friend during classes!
"Well, I gotta go, I'll call you later Frankie." I waved grabbing the few things in my locker and walking out to my car. I climbed in and sighed, resting my head on the steering wheel. I knew no one who went to John Swett High! Frank did, he was friends with some other guys in a riaval band. Frank was in the Lookouts, he was thier drummer. Boy did Frank play the shit out of the drums!
I inserted the keys into my ratty car and started it up, and slowly turned out of the high school parking lot, and went up the road.
***
"SHARONA RAMONA HILLS!" My mother screamed at me. "EXPELLED? EXPELLED?!"
"Yeah, yeah mom, I know, grounded for a month, Im sorry, i'll apply to John Swett blah blah blah...yeah." I groaned lugging my stuff up my stairs and into my room. I glanced at the clock, 2:45. 'Well I'd better call JSHS, and tell em Im transferring.'
-one week later-
The buzzer on my clock went off, I could have killed it. Did I get any sleep that night? Uh, no...I was too busy freaking out about going to a new school. The thought terrified me. I knew no one.
I climbed into the shower, and washed my shaking self all over. Why was I so anxious about shcool? I had a very bad feeling, like I wasn't going to fit in. How many punks were at that shcool anyway? I didnt want to deal with the preps at all. Pretending to not be hurt by what they said to me was definately harder than it seems for the average punk. I dried my wet red hair and parted it to my right side. I let my long bangs slightly cover my blue eyes. I rimmed them with black eyeliner, and put on my black shirt, and my black dickies, and then put on my black converse. I was pretty sure I looked ok.
"Mom I'm leaving!" I called out to her
"Ok, by sweetie have a nice day, I love you!"
"yeah me too bye!"
I ran down the sidewalk to my car and hopped in. I drove 4 blocks to John Swett High School. I gulped.
"Here goes!" I said aloud.
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