Damaged(INCOMPLETE) - S.J. Johnson (the rosie project txt) 📗

Ariana P.O.V


Ever since mom's friend Tanya son died,she's been here every day of the week! And i don't want to be mean and say leave cause i mean her son just died. She had 3 before but when older one got shot in a drive by shooting she left New York and came here to Georgia to preserve her two others. I haven't met them yet but mom said one is around my age. I herd mommy's car drive into the drive way. It was Sunday so she probably just came from church. I don't go to church. I lost my faith in god a long time a go "Hey baby" my mom said with a smile as she entered the house * Tanya right behind her :( *. i glanced at her and turned my head back to the TV. She sighed then spoke " do you need anything for school? or are you hungry?" aww my poor mother thinks i actually need something from her! "if i needed something from you i would of asked, but then again your not that important to be on my mind" i said walking out of the room. Okay,Okay that was cold but she deserved it. I mean if she thinks she walk out of my life and come back like shit sweet she got life fucked up. I went up stairs and went in my closet. I began to choose my outfit for school tomorrow . i chose a white tank top that showed of my chest a little with a pair of ripped blue skinny jeans with my white air forces.Simple. i changed in to my pajamas, laid in my bed and fell into an rest lest sleep.

Jamal P.O.V


I woke to the smell of my moms pancakes.I swiftly turned my head to the clock and saw it was 7:21 "shit" i said to my self .this new school stated at 7:45. i quickly showered and got dressed in a white V-neck t shirt with grey baggy jeans.i put on my shoes before rushing down the hall and in to the kitchen. "Hey sweetie" my mom said through a forced smile. I could see the sags under her eyes from not sleeping and her eyes were red and bloodshot from crying. I wonder if mom really thinks moving here would solve things. I mean people die every where and you can't do shit about it. The thought of death reminded me of my brother, Jaelyn. I looked up to him he was like my hero.... and even though we were only 2 years apart, I always thought of him as my dad because.... i never had one. I cried for days when he died and i still do. I glanced up to my mother then nodded.We wouldn't want to break my perfect record for not speaking to her in over 2 weeks now would we? It's easier not talking because if you don't talk people won't here the sadness in your voice so therefore you won't have to here their stupid, fake, pity. She sighed and ran her hands through her hair. Before i could feel guilty and speak i walked out the door and headed to school.The walk was long and i missed the bus but i wanted to walk anyway and get a look at this hell hole. It was a nice community that i could admit but i would never tell mom that- that is if i ever speak.

Ariana P.O.V.


I walked in to

school hearing whispers and rumors about some new boy. I turned to my best friend Ashlee and spoke " Who's this new kid every body takin' 'bout??" i asked pushing my thick black hair out of the way. I have long hair that flowed pass my back and a little bit pass my butt.If you looked at me from a far you would probably think i'm just a black girl with a lot of hair- that is unless you saw my eyes which where a bright green from my dad who was Brazilian and Jamaican. My hair on the other hand came from my mom's side who is Puerto Rican and black. Which makes me a mutt. My skin was light or 'RED-BONE' as ashlee put it. " Oh girl i heard he fine and he from Brooklyn!!giiirrrlll you know that's where the big ballers be!! okay!!!" Shalonda said butting in to our conversation. I never really liked her but decide to put up with her since we go way back. I began to wondering my own thoughts as my friends giggled and gossiped about who this new boy could be.but i on the other hand could actually careless about another addition to the countless players at Broad View Academy or BVA. Just then the bell rung interrupting my thoughts. I picked up my bookbag and headed to my first period class which was Honors english with Mr.Morgantusial but er'body call him Mr.Morgan. I walked in class and made my way to my seat. as i walked down the row i felt hands grab my ass . I turned swiftly to see Quincy Rowland. The star quarterback for 2 years running. He and his 'crew' smirked ass my face turned a sickly red and i began to raise my fist to punch him but i heard a throat clear behind me.I looked to see Mr. Morgan behind me i sighed and sat in my seat and made a mental note to get Q back later.Mr.Morgan began to lecture about his rules and requirements for this year. "And i do not expect tardiness from anyon-" the he was cut off by the class's laughter.

Jamal P.O.V

I came to school late but frankly i didn't care. no im not a slacker. in fact i've had straight A's since grade school but when jaelyn died...I mean what was the point? that bullet should've been for me but now he's dead and i'm roaming the world freely.I walked and began to look for room 813 which was honors English with Mr.Morgantisual? I stopped in from of a room which had the numbers 813 plastered on the top and opened the door.when i walked in a man(im guessing is the teacher) was giving a lecture about being late which caused the class to burst out laughing at the irony of me walking in in the middle of his speech.the man calmed the class down before turning to me and asking my name "Jamal" i mumbled only loud enough for him to hear " well Jamal have a seat wherever you like." He said warmly. I walked to a seat in the back and tried to ignore the bunches of girls gawking at me.I can't lie this school got some fine ass girls but they didn't look like girlfriend material.But i assume they could make good play toys.Me and jaelyn were known for charming the females back home but not enough to be called hoes. i Remembered how he preached on youth nights.Yea he was a youth minister-a good one at that.After minister mike died of a stroke he replaced him and was doing a pretty good job.But the thing that kills me the most is he had a future.He was going to go to Harvard law and gonna become a good black lawyer for all us African americans.But now it was just a dream...that will never be lived.I shook my self out of the depressing thoughts and began to survey the class. Now that i realized it- these girls ain't all that. i looked to see a girl i hadn't noticed before her hair was thick black and wavy and her eyes were a piercing green.She was stunningly beautiful and blessed in all the right places,she was sitting pensively as if some thing was on her mind. she met my gaze then spoke "I'm not a fucking mirror" she spat i frowned then said "i know cause if you were i wouldn't see the Grinch" I retaliated just as mean.she rolled her eyes " i can do it too" i said referring to he eye rolling she didn't pay me any mind though.Instead she pulled out a book and began reading.

Ariana P.O.V


So the new boy was cute.OK not cute he was fine but he was way to cocky.I could already tell his type, Jock,Popular and a man-whore.And we have enough of those at Bva. Ashlee turned to me "He is Finer than a bitch!" she whispered.I rolled my eyes at her." He aint all that" I said bordly. "Ugh sometimes I