Sarahrocka318

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Chapter 1
“Kendra, sweetie, please don’t forget to pick up my dry cleaning after school.” My mother turned to leave the house. Turning back around, she said, “Oh, and Kendra, remember to pick up Leah from daycare at 3 o’clock sharp. If she stays later than that we pay extra.” She turned around again to head to her car. While she was still facing that way, she said, “Oh, Kendra…” She turned to face me and when she saw me holding out her lunch, she smiled gratefully. She hugged me. “You’ll do great at your first day of work,” I said while remaining in the hug. I pulled away, waved good-bye and closed the front door. I ran up the stairs to get ready for my first day of school. After I was ready, I looked at the clock. 6:30. I woke up my little sister, Madison, that shares a room with me. She is three years younger than me, making her 13 and me 16. I don’t think I got to properly introduce myself. I am Kendra Brooks. 16 years old. I love to play soccer, lacrosse, field hockey, softball, basically any sport imaginably. I don’t have much time for sports though, since I am way to busy with school, my job at the diner, babysitting, and taking care of my little brothers and sisters. So basically helping out my poor, single mom in any way I can. We just moved to the small town of Kennett Square, Pennsylvania, a few weeks ago. Today is the first day that the kids at my new school get back from Christmas Break. So today is my first day of school. “Madison, wake up,” I whispered while I shook her gently. She awoke. I did the same for the other four of my siblings. At 7:30, Madison, Trey (15 years old), Peter (14 years old), Alana (10), and Leah (4), were all downstairs in the kitchen. I made their lunches and handed them to them. 8:12. Great, twelve minutes late for me and Trey’s first day of school. After dropping Peter off at Kennett Middle, Alana off at Kennett Elementary, and Leah off at preschool/daycare, I finally drove us to our school. “Sorry, Trey, that your late.” “Oh, it’s fine Ken. The less school I have, the happier I am.” he shoot me a smile and we went our separate ways. I found my 1st period class and slipped in. The teacher turned. She was short with long gray hair and an adorable yet wrinkled face. “And who are you?” she asked smiling. I grinned a little even though I had butterflies in my stomach for my first day at a new school. “I’m Kendra. This is my first day here.” “Oh, yes.” She grabbed a piece of paper off her desk searching it. “Kendra Brooks?” I nodded. “Great.” She handed me a textbook. A big textbook. “Welcome to Algebra. How about you sit there,” she said pointing to an empty desk in the corner of the room. “Thanks.” I made my way to the empty desk. I sat down and opened my book to the page she told the class to turn to. “Hey, you said your names Kendra?” I looked up to see who was talking to me. I saw an extremely attractive guy, with wavy brown hair and light piercing blue eyes. I said shyly, “Yeah.” “Cool. I’m Blake. Algebra sucks,” he whispered so that we wouldn’t get in trouble for talking during class. I grinned. “Tell me about it.” He laughed. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Kendra.” The first half of the day went by very slowly. Then it was lunch. I grabbed my lunch bag. It was really only a water bottle and a chic-fil-a sandwich. I told you my mom doesn’t have a lot of money. Neither do I cause all the money I make from working at the diner and babysitting, goes to my mom and her taxes and food and stuff. My mom’s job gets her a bunch of free chic-fil-a sandwiches for some reason. When I got to the cafeteria, I planned on sitting at an empty table because I didn’t really know anyone yet. But before I could even walk towards an empty table in the back, I heard someone say my name, from behind me. I turned and found myself face-to-face with Blake. “Want to sit with me and my friends?” “Uh… sure,” I agreed, but inside I wondered why he wanted me to sit with him at lunch. But I couldn’t turn down the offer. We walked over to a table with kids at it. They were obviously football players and cheerleaders. Is this the type of guy Blake is? “Hey, my man,” a blonde guy said to Blake as they did some kid of handshake. He asked Blake, “Who’s this chic you got?” He was checking me out. “This is Kendra. She’s new.” Blake said. He turned to me and said, “Kendra, this is Jasper.” Me and Jasper just nodded in acknowledgement “How’d you guys meet?” another guy asked. Blake responded as we sat down next to each other, “Algebra. She sits next to me.” The guy said, “Ah, with Mrs. Fowler. Worst teacher ever. By the way, I’m Luke. Nice to meet you.” Lunch was the highlight of my day. The rest was blah. 3 PM came slower than I wanted it to. After the last bell rang and school was over, I rushed to my locker, grabbed the books I needed for homework and rushed out the doors of the school. I ran right into someone’s chest. Someone much taller than me. I looked up and recognized those blue eyes. It was Blake. “Your in a rush,” he said smirking. I looked at my watch. 2:50. I responded, “Yeah I have to go.” “Why can’t you stay a little bit longer?” I didn’t want to tell him that I have to go pick up my brothers and sisters, get them home, and then get to the diner to work. “Sorry. Can’t, “ I responded. “See you tomorrow, walking around him and towards the parking lot. I heard his footsteps after me and he called my name. I turned to see him close to my face. “Can I at least have your number?” I quickly grabbed a pen from my book bag and jotted my phone number on his arm. “Thanks. Bye, Kendra,” he said. I waved and ran of to my car in the parking lot. Trey was standing next to it. “Who’s that guy you were talking to?” “Don’t go all protective brother on me, and get in the car,”

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Everything has beauty
Some is just harder to see

Every class has:

that no-it-all,
that random horse-lover,
that kid that gets to competetive during gym,
that teachers pet,
that kid that brags about everything they have,
that weird kid you think might possibley not be human.

 

Being single doesn't mean nobody wants you.
It just means God is looking down saying,
"I've got someone really special for you."
;)

You have hurt me.
You have caused me heartbreak.
You have caused me pain.
But it is alright.
Because whenever you hurt me,
i always remember that
all this pain makes me stronger.

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