All Chapters of Jokes On You : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

  “I think it looks better on you than it ever did me.” Dylan whispered as I threw the sweater over my shoulders, settling into it. I rolled my eyes. “Oh shut up!” I jokingly said, softly shoving his shoulder as he began to laugh.   “What? I’m telling the truth….The sweater looks better on you.” He said. Dylan and I sat lounging around on his bedroom floor with slow music playing in the background. I could feel my cheeks heat up at the sound of his words. I hated when he did this.   “It’s just polyester, Dylan.” I said, brushing his comments off. I picked up the remote and started scrolling through Netflix,

I yawned as the preacher continued his sermon. This is one of the main reasons why I hated Sundays. I had to get up early, put on a perfect front, then haul myself all the way across town just to sit and listen to a two hour speech on how everyone but christian’s are sinners, and doing anything out of the christian norm is against god. I looked over towards my parents seated next to me. They looked very invested into what was coming out of the preachers mouth. I mentally sighed at the thought of sitting here and listening to this for another minute. I observed my surroundings from the middle row where I was seated. It looked like the seats were more occupied than usual. It seemed half of the entire town was here today. Maybe it's because there was going to be food afterwards. From my experience it doesn’t matter what type o

“Conner, dude don’t push.” I heard Derrick shout at Conner,  who had just shoved him. I stopped then turned my attention towards the commotion. “Then don’t fucking tackled me like that.” Conner snapped back. Derrick's face scrunched up. “Bro, it's football. What do you expect?” Derrick questioned calmly. Conner started to become more riled up. This was an everyday thing. They’d both get eachother worked up, fight, and then be besties again. I swear watching them seemed like watching a toxic relationship go south for the millionth time.Conner shoved Derrick again. “Michaelson!” Coach Riley yelled, running over towards the two boys blowing his whistle. I placed my hands onto my knees, hunching over. I was completely drained of all energy. These practices were becoming more and more excruciating. I feel the coach has been push