The Badboy Can Kiss My Ass

Chapter 1

I stared at my laptop screen furiously,

"Come on, Jeanne, you have to submit that before 6 p.m. today," said my mom as she walked past my room with a laundry basket in her hands.

I continued my staring contest with the laptop screen.

I want to go to a normal high school like everyone else, but my mom doesn't think it'll be the best decision for someone like me.

I'm the perfect example of a tomboy, or at least that's what I like to believe. I mean, I dress like a boy, and I'm always getting into fights and causing trouble.

I'm sure this explains why my mom wants me to go to a school for "proper ladies." My older sister went there too, and I don't even know who she is anymore.

I rolled my eyes and began to type, and in about thirty minutes, I was done.

' I'm done! ' I yelled as I walked down the stairs to meet the rest of my family.

I'm 16 years old, I'm tall, not so pretty, and I have nice curly hair, which I always leave free. My older sister, Mary, is 19 and in college now.

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I felt my stomach drop as we approached the school gates—even the school gates made me cringe.

"Mum, do I have to do this?"

"Yes, baby girl, mommy already paid, and I ain't some charity organization tossing all my money around."

'Mum!'

"Common Jay, you'll get to see us during Christmas."

Did she just say Christmas?

"Mum, it's freaking May!" I continued to throw a tantrum, and my sister laughed.

"Yeah, laugh all you want, Chelsea; it'll be your turn soon anyway." I roared at her, and she muttered something she wasn't confident enough to say to my face.

Sooner or later, we arrived within the school's extremely large compound.

I took my time to examine it; there were several extremely tall buildings spreading farther than my eyes could see, and upon the ground we stood was grass.

I gasped

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned to see a huge lady with brown hair, blue eyes, and lips colored with poorly applied lipstick.

"Come this way; I'll show you to your room," she said calmly.

"Ok, bye, Jeanne; we can't go any further." I heard the twist in my mother's voice as I turned to give her and my sister a partial wave, not because I didn't care but because I didn't want them to see the tears running down my cheeks.

Common, it's me, the one and only Jeanne Brown. I'm not supposed to be a crybaby.

I honestly missed them already; after my dad died, I suffered from trauma and started dressing like a boy because I wanted to look like my dad. My mom and sisters went through hell because of me.

I was only 7; don't judge me.

'Here we are miss Brown'.

I straightened agitatedly. I couldn't believe I was so deep in thought that I didn't even know how we got to this large white door.

I noticed there were other white doors in the hallway; this one read room G2A.

The lady walked away without uttering a word.

I guess this is it. I took a deep breath and opened the door slowly.

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