A Journal Never Lies, chapter 2
"Alex! Wake up and come downstairs! You're late for school!" her mother yelled from downstairs. Moaning from the sudden waking up, she turned to her side and looked at her clock. It was 8:07 am. She was missing school! She ran around her room trying to find clothes to wear.
"Alex!" she heard her mom yell again, "Are you up yet?!"
"Yes!" she screamed down to her, "Don't have a spaz attack mom! I'll make it."
"Well, you better. Because I am not driving you to school."
She didn't listen to her mom's last words, being too busy going through clean and dirty clothes. She had to find something to wear, school had started about an hour ago. Finally, she found a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt. She quickly put her brown, slightly dirty hair into a messy bun and ran down next to her bed. She started throwing everything from under her bed around her room, she couldn't find her shoes. She began to groan from frustration. Suddenly, she felt something hard under her bed. Pulling with all her might, she found her shoe! Right next to it was the other one. She put them on as fast as she could and tied them very sloppy. She ran down the stairs and through the door, she had to get to school as fast as she could.
When she made it to school, third period was about to start. It was her least favorite subject; gym. She hated gym with a passion. Every time there were teams, she was picked last. Every time they played dodge ball, she was the main target. Every time she was in the locker room, she felt self-conscience. She was in a room full of girls who were as skinny as a toothpick and weren't afraid to show it. Her, on the other hand, wasn't exactly 'skinny'. She had a chunk to her, but that weight that most people had. She had the normal weight. But everyone else around her didn't have that 'normal' weight. They looked like they worked out everyday and have always been on a diet of water and a leaf of lettuce.
Being in Social Studies class was boring with a B. They talk about dead people who probably didn't live, just to be told about hundreds of years later. This class turned into her 'art class'. Instead of writing the notes down on the board, she usually doodled in her notebook. If the teacher asked her if she was writing the notes, she usually said she was either finished, or she was just starting.
But today in that class was different. Her teacher, Mr. Yates, wasn't in today. She knew it could only mean one thing; substitute teacher. Today's sub was completely different than the others. In class, he started to call on random people to answer questions. He looked at the seating chart to see who to call on. Looking at her drawing instead of paying attention, he found her name on the chart.
"Ms.....Wright," he said. Everyone looked to her and she was also startled to hear her name. "Would you like to tell me what you have learned yesterday?"
She had no idea what to say to that answer. She hadn't written anything, like she does everyday. "Ummmm....no?"
He was surprised by her answer, "No? Are you telling me no? Did you copy down your teacher's notes yesterday?"
"No."
"Well, I think your mother will be hearing a phone call from me," Mr. Yates said, turning around and walking away from her desk. She hears kids laughing around her, but she tuned them out for the first time in a few days. She was afraid to go home now.
May 3, 1989
Well, today, I was in HUGE trouble. That dickhead of a substitute, Mr. Yates, called my mom. Just because I didn't have the notes from yesterday. Now, my mom is having a freak attack and went crazy on me! The worst part was she was drunk and she ended up slapping me across the face.
My mom and dad are both alcoholics and druggies. People know they are, and expect me to be one too. But I don't want to be like them. I want to prove them wrong and not be a druggie and not be an alcoholic.
My dad has been out lately, probably out with the local hooker of the town. Mom knows, and she won't get rid of him. She is such an idiot! For once, I actually feel like the normal one in a room.
How I wish Frank were here. I wish I could hear his drumming. He is so good. But I also wish I could see his two friends, Mike and Billie Joe. They are the nicest people ever and they treat me like their sister. But, they aren't here, and things can't change that. But, maybe Frank will come back, from knowing how bad mom and dad are, and take me away from here.
That is all I want and all I need in my life. This 'life' though, isn't great. It sucks. I want out of it. I want to be a completely different person. I want to move and start over, go to a school where no one knows me, or my background. But, all I can do is wish.
She sighed, "And that's all it will ever be..."
"Alex!" she heard her mom yell again, "Are you up yet?!"
"Yes!" she screamed down to her, "Don't have a spaz attack mom! I'll make it."
"Well, you better. Because I am not driving you to school."
She didn't listen to her mom's last words, being too busy going through clean and dirty clothes. She had to find something to wear, school had started about an hour ago. Finally, she found a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt. She quickly put her brown, slightly dirty hair into a messy bun and ran down next to her bed. She started throwing everything from under her bed around her room, she couldn't find her shoes. She began to groan from frustration. Suddenly, she felt something hard under her bed. Pulling with all her might, she found her shoe! Right next to it was the other one. She put them on as fast as she could and tied them very sloppy. She ran down the stairs and through the door, she had to get to school as fast as she could.
When she made it to school, third period was about to start. It was her least favorite subject; gym. She hated gym with a passion. Every time there were teams, she was picked last. Every time they played dodge ball, she was the main target. Every time she was in the locker room, she felt self-conscience. She was in a room full of girls who were as skinny as a toothpick and weren't afraid to show it. Her, on the other hand, wasn't exactly 'skinny'. She had a chunk to her, but that weight that most people had. She had the normal weight. But everyone else around her didn't have that 'normal' weight. They looked like they worked out everyday and have always been on a diet of water and a leaf of lettuce.
Being in Social Studies class was boring with a B. They talk about dead people who probably didn't live, just to be told about hundreds of years later. This class turned into her 'art class'. Instead of writing the notes down on the board, she usually doodled in her notebook. If the teacher asked her if she was writing the notes, she usually said she was either finished, or she was just starting.
But today in that class was different. Her teacher, Mr. Yates, wasn't in today. She knew it could only mean one thing; substitute teacher. Today's sub was completely different than the others. In class, he started to call on random people to answer questions. He looked at the seating chart to see who to call on. Looking at her drawing instead of paying attention, he found her name on the chart.
"Ms.....Wright," he said. Everyone looked to her and she was also startled to hear her name. "Would you like to tell me what you have learned yesterday?"
She had no idea what to say to that answer. She hadn't written anything, like she does everyday. "Ummmm....no?"
He was surprised by her answer, "No? Are you telling me no? Did you copy down your teacher's notes yesterday?"
"No."
"Well, I think your mother will be hearing a phone call from me," Mr. Yates said, turning around and walking away from her desk. She hears kids laughing around her, but she tuned them out for the first time in a few days. She was afraid to go home now.
May 3, 1989
Well, today, I was in HUGE trouble. That dickhead of a substitute, Mr. Yates, called my mom. Just because I didn't have the notes from yesterday. Now, my mom is having a freak attack and went crazy on me! The worst part was she was drunk and she ended up slapping me across the face.
My mom and dad are both alcoholics and druggies. People know they are, and expect me to be one too. But I don't want to be like them. I want to prove them wrong and not be a druggie and not be an alcoholic.
My dad has been out lately, probably out with the local hooker of the town. Mom knows, and she won't get rid of him. She is such an idiot! For once, I actually feel like the normal one in a room.
How I wish Frank were here. I wish I could hear his drumming. He is so good. But I also wish I could see his two friends, Mike and Billie Joe. They are the nicest people ever and they treat me like their sister. But, they aren't here, and things can't change that. But, maybe Frank will come back, from knowing how bad mom and dad are, and take me away from here.
That is all I want and all I need in my life. This 'life' though, isn't great. It sucks. I want out of it. I want to be a completely different person. I want to move and start over, go to a school where no one knows me, or my background. But, all I can do is wish.
She sighed, "And that's all it will ever be..."
