PIVOTAL

I walked down the staircase to find my mom in the kitchen holding a large green mug that Barry and i got her for mothers day last year she really loves that cup,she looked very destructed "morning" i smiled and poured a cup of coffee for myself.She looked up and smiled at me "morning babe"she said as she kissed my cheek,"are you ready for school" she made small talk but i could tell her mind was else where.

Before i could ask her what was wrong there was a loud horn outside Margo!!we said in unison with amused smiles on our faces.Hurry up bitch!!!she shouted from the car as i walked through the door towards the car i smiled and jogged towards it,hey Steve i turned around to look at him he looked different...in a good way he was taller and a little muscular than he was last year he looked good.

Margo and i have been best friends since...well forever we met Steve in reception,a couple of kids were bullying him for being smaller and Margo stepped in to be his knight in the shining armor.Since then Steve has always admired Margo at some point i thought he might have had a crush on her...but he made it pretty clear which team he was playing for when we hit puberty.

Guys are you ready for senior year i'm so excited Margo shouted through the loud music as she sped away from the driveway towards school.Anna you planing on going through senior year without a boyfriend or do i have to set you up on blind dates again this year"Margo asked as she smirked at me i rolled my eyes at her and she chuckled "you know i'm not ready for that i'm still trying to get through high school first". Margo let the poor girl be your always on her case...don't even get me started on you she interrupted Steve and he rolled his eyes at her she just gave him a smug smile.

Steve is a quite and easygoing he mainly likes to keep to himself and he only talks when he feels its necessary,Margo on the other hand is something else she is too loud,has zero filter and her confidence is the size of earth . I"m something else...i'm the perfectionist i obsess over the smallest things and i'm ridiculously clumsy bottom line i'm very good at embarrassing myself,also i cant talk to boys which is one of the reasons why i've never had a boyfriend.

Before i know it were on the school parking lot and its filled with all sorts of cars,we made our way towards the school's entrance and the hallway was packed students were everywhere running around couples were making out heavily against the lockers.A group of girls were crowded together in a circle these girls are not your typical girls though we called them the GWTN ,they were practically the E! entertainment of Water bridge high school.

As we make our way to class we sport the popular crowd i fight the urge to roll my eyes at their snobby stupid faces,it annoys me how they have everyone in school wrapped around their fingers.I hate how they have the whole school worship at their feet and how entitled they act ,in the center of the group is the one and only Marisa Groove see how you say her name and surname yeah she's a big deal you never just call her by her name alone.

That girl is the definite incarnation of the devil she's pretty but behind all that is a nasty hateful being and i absolutely loath her.Marisa had made it her mission to ruin whatever good thing i have going in my life and i don't even know what i did to her,i'm just glad high school is almost over otherwise i would explode from the drama that comes with it.

She sits there in the center of it all and all her followers are eagerly taking in her words as we pass near them she and her friends start coughing uncontrollably.Margo sticks out her middle finger and rolls her eyes,lets just go Steve pulls her away.As the bell rings everybody gathers at the hall for a welcome back speech from principal Stone,i took the chance to sneak off to the old art classes.

I made my way to the least and one of my regular classes i put my headsets on and begun to take out my drawing equipment,i laid my pad on my thighs and began drawing,this is my tradition every time i'm bothered and its some form of therapy and it works i drew my mom as she was this morning.Worried and bothered i'm worried about her she's been like that for a while now ,she's also been very secretive tense and jumpy it was atypical .

I've never seen her acting like this i figured my brother would have an idea as to why my mother was acting so odd,they've always been close i'm sure he would be able to tell.I was so distracted that i didn't see somebody grab my drawing pad,i pulled one of my headsets off to tell whoever it was of but as soon as i stared at them all thoughts of murdering them left my mind as i stared into the most beautiful ocean eyes and my breath hitched.I was completely consumed and held captive by them i couldn't breath.

They were beautiful he was beautiful...