For those of you who will read this, thank you for your time. Back to me. For any of this to make sense, let me start from the very beginning. I’ve had a rare and deadly disease ever since I was five. It’s never been that bad until last week. The disease makes it hard for me to do normal things. Other kids at the age of ten could play sports. I was allowed to sit on the bleachers and cheer them on. Now, I’m not even allowed to do that. Last week, I had been walking home when I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. The doctor came in and told me that my disease had spread. I asked him not to tell me though because I’d rather not know. Anyways, he also told me that I only had a year to live. Isn’t that wonderful? All of you bloggers reading this should also know this, none of my friends know about my disease. I don’t want people to be my friends just because I have some disease. I’m old enough to take care of myself thank you. My advice to you: Back off. To end this, I’ll tell you a little bit about my family. My mom died when I was seven in a car wreck. They said she died instantly. I live with my dad and little brother.
Closing my computer, I pushed it away from me and walked over to my closet. That was my first blog and I was a little nervous about posting it. I didn’t say my name because people don’t need to know it’s me. My name is not important. Maybe in a later blog I’ll post my real name but until then, I’ll sign it Beautifully Broken.
“Scarlett, time for school,” Gage, my six year old brother, called from the bottom of the stairs.
“I’ll be right down.”
Scooping my books up, I flung my book bag over my shoulder and ran down the stairs.
“Thanks little man. I’ll see you when I get home.”
“I will.” Leaning down, I placed a soft kiss on his forehead and ran out the door. He won’t start school till next year.
I lived a block from the school and loved the walk because that was the closest I could get to exercise. Once at school, I walk over to my locker and throw my books inside. Placing my lunchbox on one of the hooks, I grab my Algebra ll Honors book. I was in tenth grade and had doubled up on my math.
“Hey Scarlett,” someone said from behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw my friend Tasha standing behind me.
“Did you do your Algebra homework? I heard that he was giving out detentions today to anyone who didn’t do it.”
“Sh!t. No I didn’t do it. I forgot about it.”
“Maybe you’ll have time to do it before the…” before she could finish, the bell rang signaling the start of school. “Or not. Maybe he’ll give you a warning since it’s your first time not having your homework.”
“I doubt it. You know how he is.”
“One can always hope.”
“Why get my hopes up?”
“Miss Jones, do you have your homework?” Mr. Parks asked standing in front of my desk.
Staring at my hands, I refused to look up at him. “No.”
I heard him scribble something onto a paper then watched as a green slip of paper landed on my desk. At the top in big bold letter was written Detention. Mr. Parks continued on past my desk to the person behind me. Glancing up, I caught Tasha’s eyes. She shrugged and mouth sorry to me. I rolled my eyes and crumbled the paper up and threw it into my purse.
Mr. Parks finally made his way to the front of the room and wrote the list of names on the board. In all, there where fifteen names. Glancing over it, I scoffed when I came across Justin Bieber’s name. For those of you who are wondering, I’m not a Bieber fan. I like his music, just not him. He is full of himself and expects everyone to like him.
“Bye Tasha. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye. Have fun in detention.”
“Don’t remind me. I’d rather you kill me. Bieber’s going to be there.”
“As in the Justin Bieber? Maybe I should’ve gotten detention.”
Tasha is a huge Justin fan. She has posters of him all over her room, has all of his cd’s, and follow’s him ion twitter. She’s dreaming of the day when he’ll follow her back.
Waving a final goodbye, I started towards Mr. Parks room. Once I was in front of his door, I paused and took a deep breathe. Once inside his room, I found his room was full. The only empty seat was in the back of the room in the corner beside Justin.
“Scarlett, erase your name off the board and start your homework you missed.”
Grabbing the eraser, I wiped my name off the board and over to the desk beside Justin. Once there, I set my bags down beside my desk and took a seat. Grabbing my binder, I ripped out a clean sheet of paper and my math book. Flipping it open to the correct page, I started working on the first problem when a folded up piece of paper landed on my desk. Looking around the room to see who had sent it, I unfolded it and scanned over it.
Wow. Miss Goodie Goodie got detention.