“I want to write something beautiful for this project.” I looked at my bandaged hand as I picked up my books. I really shouldn’t let my friends talk me into playing sports anymore.

“Huh? Like what? What does that even mean?” My best friend Jazmine stood up and stretched before he flung his bag over his shoulder. He didn’t understand me sometimes, my weird statements and ideas, as he calls them. “This is a persuasive essay isn’t, it? I don’t get how you can make that beautiful.”

We walked out of our English class together. “Well…” I put my good hand on my face as I thought about it. “I’m sure I will think of something. Lots of things are beautiful that people think aren’t, right?” I smiled optimistically at Jazmine “You’ll help me won’t you, Jazzy?” He snorted at the nickname, Turning his head away from me with a small smile he couldn’t hide well. His smile was something special to me. Beautiful is what it was. He doesn't think so. he stands about 6’1” and has long black hair that he keeps in dreads. His eyes are a dark brown that becomes gold in the sun. He’s beautiful.

“Duh... and stop calling me that, you dork. What are we, five?” He and I laughed at that together as we stepped outside into the warm summer afternoon. “Do you gotta go home immediately?” I just gave him a nod and looked over at him. “Why?” I just shrugged with a blank expression.

“You know my mom... I gotta get going, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hurried off, turning back to wave at Jazmine with a large full toothy grin, well almost full, I was missing a couple teeth. Jazmine waved back, not being able to help but smile wide as I almost ran into a wall. I disappeared and made my way to my mom’s house. I entered the house and my mom’s head popped up from behind a wall.

“Welcome home. How was school?” She stepped out from behind the wall and looked at me with a smile. My mom was also beautiful. She was about 5’3” and had super long strawberry blond hair with the prettiest green eyes I have ever seen. She wasn’t super skinny, had ‘mom hips’ as I call them. I gave her a smile back.

“It was good. Jazz and I have a persuasive essay due in a couple of months.” I set my bag on the hook we have near the front hallway, she followed after me with a curious grin.

She went into the kitchen and looked through the fridge. “Have you decided what you want to do yours over? I know you have a lot of thoughts you want to tell people.” She looked over to me “Whatcha want for dinner?”

“Pizza rolls and no, well, kinda? I mean I want to write something beautiful or about something beautiful that some people don’t find beautiful.” It sounded a bit silly to explain but it was what I wanted to write about.

She gave me a look, probably about the pizza rolls. “You aren’t getting pizza rolls.” I pouted but she just laughed at me. “Something beautiful huh? That’s a broad subject, baby. There’s so much to choose from.” She wasn’t wrong, it was broad but I think that is the best part about is that there is so much to choose from for it.

“So many things are beautiful to me, I don’t think I could choose easily.” She got a grin on her again, I looked at her suspiciously as she closed the fridge. “What?” She just shook her head and left the kitchen. My mom is so weird. I went to my room and sat at my desk when suddenly phone buzzed and scared me senseless. “Oh, a text from Jazz!”

Jazzy❤︎ : Hey. I just wanted to see if you were alright? You seemed upset.

Me: Oh yeah, I’m alright! :D. Just sleepy!

Jazzy❤︎ : you sure? Get some rest. Don’t overdo yourself, dork.

Me: Haha alright I will. Talk to you later, Jazz. ❤️

Jazzy❤︎ : Talk to you later, Roo. 😊