Knowing Asher

Chapter|1|

Stephanie

I try to shield my face with my pillow from the bright light coming from the window.

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

And now my alarm has decided to add to my pain by making its grand entrance. I groaned and tried to turn off the alarm on the side table while snuggling more into the blanket. I hate waking up so early for school which makes me get all grumpy. Someone could definitely tell I am not a morning person. I have to get up before my mom comes in and see me lying in my bed. And I can tell you it doesn't always end well. I shiver at the thought and quickly sit straight up on my bed. I rubbed my eyes squinting to adjust to the bright light.

My room is pretty alright. The walls are painted dark blue matching my bedspread and the carpet that covers the floor. My queen sized bed is positioned at the center so I could see the whole room from it. My wardrobe to the right and a small mirror plastered on the wall to the left. A reading table positioned at the center but close to the wall.

As an A-straight student and I am not bluffing here. I don't always look forward to going to school. I am suppose to love school, don't get me wrong I love it but I hate my SCHOOL. Maybe it is that I attend one of the rich school in New York with a lot of rich snobs; Starlight High School who always try to embarrass me.

My parent don't even have the resources to send me to a school like that but all thanks to my IQ I was able to land a scholarship in a rich school.

If I had known that I will constantly be insulted, I wouldn't have attempted the exam knowing it wasn't a school for people like me. Some of them always make me feel less of myself because I am the scholarship student.

Especially Katrina, the head of the cheerleaders of the school and the official queen bee of the school. Blonde hair and pretty doll face and model like body. She never misses a chance to throw painful jabs at me but I always make sure to keep my cool even though I am hurting inside. I know all they say isn't true but it is hard not to think about it sometimes.

I am able to get everyday done in that school all thanks to my friends, Amanda and Lily and my other friends. They are rich but are different. They are my God-sent and I will forever be grateful to them. Without them I would have probably drop out of the school. Thinking about them, a small smile formed at the corner of my lips.

I have gotta get ready for the day even though I want nothing more than to snuggle into my bed once more.

"Stephanie Annabelle Walker, I hope you are up"my mom's voice boomed from outside and I sprint out of my bed.

"I am up mom,I promise" I immediately shouted back.

" You better be because it is your first day in your senior year. You can't afford to be late and you still have to catch the bus" she reminded me after she entered my room looking at me making sure I was out of my bed.

I nodded at her words then she headed out to make breakfast. It was a routine I am used to. I quickly grab my toothbrush, towel and the clothes I am going to wear before sauntering off to the bathroom which is just at the end of the hallway.

I squirted toothpaste on my toothbrush
and quickly got down to business but I can't always keep my mind from wandering off.We aren't high class and aren't middle class. We are just rich enough to take care of our needs. I always wonder what it is to be rich. Being poor is hard. You have to think hard before you make any decisions. You have gotta worry about what is gonna happen tomorrow.
That is why I wanna get a good degree and take my parents out of this shit.

Thank god I have got perfect set of white teeth or Kat/Cat will have something else to throw a jab about.

I stare at myself in the small mirror and let out a sigh. I know I am not ugly but definitely not the most beautiful. With my 5'7 figure, long black hair, sapphire blue eyes, small pointed nose and full pink lips with a not-so-skinny body with curves in the right places.