Beauty & the Freak

Chapter One

Worthless

Meaningless

Useless

Unloved

A mistake

I woke up in a panic, tears streaming down my cheeks. The instant my eyes open, I'm blinded by the lights of my room.

Except it's not my room. Not the one I grew up in all my life. The memories of summer crowd my brain.

My dad kicked me out. I somehow escaped the individual I use to call a boyfriend. And worst of all, I had lost my best friend. Great way to start the upcoming school year, right?

I get up from the mattress placed on the floor of my new one-room apartment. I sleepily walk to my bags that contain my belongings. I take the one with my clothes and dump them on the floor.

After short deliberation I decide on a Captain America tank top with a pair or red and black jeans. I take them and put them on the counter of the bathroom. I plug my white iPhone into my speakers and begin to play Nicotine by Panic! at the Disco, and get into the shower.

After the refreshing shower, I feel more at ease, and continue getting ready. I dry my blue and purple hair, while singing whatever songs were in my playlist.

I put my outfit on, do whatever I have to do to my hair, as well as brush my teeth. I look down at my phone, to realize I'm going to be late. Don't wanna be late for the first day back, now do we Rox?

Yes, I talk to myself. Is it strange? Yeah. Do I care? Not really, no.

I unplug my phone, grab my boots, a black beanie, and a bunch of bracelets. I put the items on, grab a muffin while slinging my purple and black book bag on my shoulder and slam my door shut.

As I exit the elevator I run through the lobby. I know the instant I step outside by the intense humidity. Its hot and disgusting.

I continue running to get to my assigned bus stop, only yards away. I wait, and wait, and wait for the bus to come. I really hate the bus. It's hot, it's loud, it's crowded, and you always end up having to sit with someone, no matter how hard you try to be alone.

Growing impatient, I reach for my phone and earbuds as a pair. Only seconds after that, the bus arrives, of course. I wait for the driver to swing the door open, but it takes a while for the old guy to realize that I'm actually there.

I step back when I hear the screech of the doors, not wanting to get hit in the process. "Good morning," he says. I panic, not wanting to seem rude, I stutter my reply, making him raise his eyebrow. My cheeks turn a shade of pink from the embarrassing moment just seconds ago. And with that, I begin the journey to find an empty seat.

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A/N: Sorry this is so short and probably boring. I promise I have a great idea and plot for this story, so please stick around. And please keep in mind that this is for a school project, and I am being graded for it, so please try to keep the comments clean. K thxx bye! x_x