Wishing for something more. (Completed)

Prologue

~please advice once again that it is mature audience only~

It's the last two days of summer, and i'm spending it in my room with the a.c blasting and I laying on my bed, glaring at the ceiling fan. I'm in the stage of becoming a sophomore and my body going through it's changes. I'm Quinn by the way." Quinn!" i could hear my mother yelling my name from the hallway, i didn't bother to answer her." Quinn!!" my mother called out once again. After a few seconds before she called out my name, she bolted into my room. " ever heard of knocking?" i harshly said. " well what do you expect when you're calling your troublemaking daughter's name for five minutes straight, and she won't answer, and watch your tone young lady your not even eighteen yet and you're speaking to me like i'm one of your friends!" she raised her voice as she hit those last few words.

I loved my mother don't get me started on how much I do, but sometimes she just makes me want to run away or punch a wall. I have been grounded for a week now, for something that I didn't do. It's been a crazy summer, but right now, right here, laying on this comfortable bed all I wanted was some peace and i can't because my brother and sister are fighting, let alone my mom is too, at me. " oops, so sorry." I said sarcastically. " again with the sarcasm, please stop before I embarrass you in front of the neighborhood by whipping your ass." I rolled my eyes. Please get out of my room, im really not in the mood for this. " oh please don't." i said. " oh I will if I have to, now get dress were goin last minute school shopping." she closed the door behind me lightly. School. Ah, the lovely school full of idiotic people and their irrelevant opinion on other people.

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We went to target and Walmart and other of places to buy supplies. " hurry up and pick your bookbag, we need to get our new clothes too." Belle said. Belle is one of my younger sisters, she looks just like mom, everyone thinks she's the most prettiest out of all of us, even though they still call us handsome and gorgeous kids. But Belle, was the standing ovation out of all of us, her quirky personality made things pop, it was cute, her laugh was a laugh to never forget, and her eyes, were like earth's prettiest eyes, it was Hazel and green with a bit of blue in it, just like my dad, i think because my mom's eyes are silver. " alright chill out, im trying to find a good one." i said searching, I found it! The perfect one." ew that's ugly!" she announced. I rolled my eyes and shrugged my shoulder." belle, it's just a black bookbag, there's nothing ew about it." i informed." the book bag is nice, i just hate the color, why do you love that color so much, you always wear black." she asked. " because it describes how i feel." i said. " a color describes how you feel, are you emo? " she got serious so sudden. " no, are you kidding i just like the color black im not emo either, it's just phase, although i prefer the word grunge." i smiled as we took the cart elsewhere. " Quinn is that you?" someone from the distance called my name out, a female voice, sounded familiar. As this mysterious figure gets closer, i recognize who it was, Marceline and Zamoria. I thought i'd never see them again. " Marceline? Zamoria?, oh my gosh i haven't seen you guys in weeks...since our incident." i said. Marceline and Zamoria were my best friends and we swore to each other that we would never leave each other. Till this day we kept our promise, or did we? Marceline was always getting the guys, she was so pretty and has a good sense of humor. She would walk down the halls with me and zamoria with her dark brown kinky curls swaying side to side, her brown skin shined in the sun which made her glow. She was short, but she never wasted anybody's time and she didn't have her time wasted. Zamoria was beautiful, she was athletic too, though she was the tallest out of all of us, she still got guys, her brown skin would glow too, she had a new hairstyle all the time, which girls envied. But not as much because i forgot to tell you.. That just because guys want us or just them and were shining stars...were outcasts, we will always be an outcast. Not as popular and not a loser.