*Sneak Peek* Start Of My Novel-With A Bluejay Came Hope (It’s not done yet)

"Up and at ’em sleepy heads,” I could hear my mom holler at us from down stairs. “Come on, let’s go!” I sit up, push off my blankets and stand up. I have jello legs and my eyelids feel as though someone attached an anchor to each one of them. I slowly walk over to my dresser and pull out a red spaghetti strap tank top and a black leather vest along with some blue shorts. Quickly I throw them on and walk over to my closet and grab a pair of worn out black hidden heel sneakers that I bought last year to make me look taller, I’m only 5’3 which is short at my school. I throw them on fast because my beige carpet annoys my bare feet in the morning.

Oomph. I plop back on my bed and close my eyes. My door opens. “Come on, get up. You’re going to be late.” It’s my mom. I groan as I get up and go downstairs to the kitchen.

“Whoa, nice hair!” my brother Kal says sarcastically once I sit down at the table. “What happened? A raccoon make a nest on your head or something?” Shoot, I forgot to brush my hair.

“Hey, be nice to your sister,” says my dad as he walks into the room. He pauses and looks down at me, “I love this new style of yours you have going on.”

“Dad,” I whine. “Stop it.”

After breakfast, I run upstairs and look in the mirror. It can’t be as bad as Kal made it sound, can it?

“Oh. My. Raccoons.” I utter. My brunette hair is usually slick and shiny, but it’s not now. My hair is all over the place like a crazy mullet afro. I brush my hair back to its normal straightness again. 

When I finally get out the door, my mom drives me to school as always, but lately I’ve had her drop me off a few blocks away from school. Who wants to be seen in a blue minivan when they’re in high school, or ever for that matter. Plus, what kind of parent would want to see their kid being pushed around from the second they stepped onto the school grounds until the second they left them?

“Hey, look everyone, it’s Kooky Brontosaurus,” someone yells as I reach the school. Everyone laughs.

In sixth grade I was kind of overweight, and was a little different than everyone else, thus ‘Kooky Brontosaurus’ was born. I’m skinny and normal now, which is why I don’t get why they still make fun of me and call me names, I guess it just stuck. I put my hands in my pockets and keep my head down and try to stay out of everyone’s way. Even when I do that, people still kick me and throw things at me. A few soda cans hit me, but I still don’t look up.