Rosebud Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Jenna

There's one thing you have to understand about my brother, and it's that he is a complete idiot. I always got off easy because I'm smart, but Chase is not so lucky. If mom asked him to, say, wash the dishes, he would complain and whine while Mom would scream and throw things, all the while I'm hiding in my room. That's why when Mom says to do something I do it.
"Jenna, it's time for school. Time to get up, let’s go!" Unlike my brother I'm already awake and halfway through my shower.
“I’m already up Mom; I’ll be down in a few minutes!” I call down the stairs.
“Well, you better hurry up, breakfast is waiting.” What she really meant was ‘hurry before you have to get breakfast at school again, and I’m not paying for it!’ Mom has always been like this for as long as I can remember, always putting herself first. Not even my dad comes before her. I guess that’s why he sleeps on the couch now, and cries himself to sleep almost every night. Before I go on, let me tell you about myself. I’m 16 years old. I was born thirteen minutes before Chase with a full head of curly brown hair. It’s still brown and still oh so curly. I’m short for my age- about 5’4”, but I make up for my height in other ways; use your imagination. I’m an emo kid, if you can imagine that from someone who doesn’t look the part at all. My biggest fear is that someone will find out I cut myself. It’s because of my mom, but you probably could have guessed that. I do it high enough on my leg that no one will notice. That’s also why I’m still a virgin. I don’t want anybody, not even someone I can trust, to see the scars; not yet. So anyway, now I’m finished with my shower. I run to my room so I can get dressed and almost throw up at the sight of myself I the mirror. I hate the way I look, and that doesn’t help with everything else that’s gong on. When I walk past my brother’s room he’s still snoring, as usual. There’s going to be a fight this morning. I don’t know how I can tell, but there’s just this feeling in my stomach that something is about to happen. I rush past my mom who is halfway up the stairs screaming for Chase to get up.
“Jenna, thank you for being ready on time, unlike some people.” The last two words were screamed in the direction of Chase, who is almost out of bed now. There’s one piece of toast left, so I take it and walk outside to wait for the bus which is almost always late. I can still hear my mom screaming when it stops at my driveway. Chase runs outside and pushes past me, probably to sit with his Goth – bitch girlfriend.
“Watch out, sis.” That’s about the extent of our conversations lately. WE used to always be there for each other. Since Mom and Dad started fighting though, we’ve grown very distant. I don’t have the patience to deal with him this morning. When I get on the bus, I look for someone to sit with. This kid I hang out with named John is in his normal seat at the very front. He looks so sexy today with jet black hair, grey eyes, and dressed in all black. Black make up, black bondage pants and a black t- shirt. I sometimes wonder how he puts up with it, especially when it’ shot out like it is today. In case you haven’t figured it out, he’s emo; not stereotypically, since he doesn’t have problems and he definitely doesn’t cut himself. I think it’s more of how he likes the image. I usually sit with him every morning, but today I decide to sit with my friend and “sister,” Danni. That’s not short for anything by the way. She gets so pissed when people call her Danielle. We are alike in pretty much every way, right down to height and guy preferences. It’s nice having someone who understands you.