Take It or Leave It

Chapter 1

Another sunny day and another school day, just an ordinary day for me. My name's Anna Boswell and I'm 17-years-old, I'll turn 18 in July, lucky for me we're 4 months away from it. All I want to do is get my liscense and drive away from this crappy place that you actually called a city. Where I live is nothing like a city, there's barely people living in here. And I just hate it, you don't have any chance in succeding in life if you stay here, in the ol' Corbin City in New Jersey.

BIP BIP BI- I shut it before it got too annoying, but I actually like the sound it makes, it reminds me that I'm alive, yeah I know, I'm contradictory. I got up quickly before I wake up anyone in the house and got ready for school. I grabed my things before walking out of the house checking that I have everything that I will need throughout the day: my backpack, money, cellphone, and most importantly my dance bag.

I arrived to school with 10 minutes to spare. I like it this way, there's not many people at this time, they usually arrive just before the bell rings or a little late. And this way people really don't notice me, which I prefer, I just don't like that type of attention, the one where everyone judges you, even though sometimes people do stare at me beacuse I'm always dressing in dark colors that somehow it really contrasts with my white skin.

I am known like the loner because I'm usually alone in the halls, in the classes, in the cafeteria, etcetera etcetera... or  "the dark girl", sometimes they even call me emo, but the difference between me and emos is that I actually enjoy the sensation of living, you know? Like when you are running in the morning and then you are so tired that you need to take a break and inhale, exhale. Breathing heavily. Sweat running down your forhead. Drinking lots of water. Feeling fresh and ready again.

I walked to my first class of the day Chemistry AP, and don't even ask me how the hell I am in an AP class 'cause honestly I don't even know. Ok, alright I might be a smartass, and chemistry is an easy subject, but the thing is I hate it with all my passion, someone should've warned me that chemistry AP sucks before choosing it in my junior year, I stuck with it in senior year beacuse apparently I'm going to get extra credits that I really need for the college that I applied for, which is Julliards.

I seat in my usual spot back right corner next to the window, behind some dorky kid that loves japanese cartoons, ah..how are they called?...oh yeah anime...I think...or that's what he told me the other day that we were working in pairs.

The bell finally rang and everybody started to fill the class, after five minutes the teacher finally entered to the classroom and the class went by, and in a blink school was over and it was time for me to go to the dance studio.

The sharp vanilla scent got into my nostrils when I entered the building and headed towards my class, where I was greeted by the few friends that I actually had.

"Hi Tory!" Miranda exclaimed. I so hate it when people call me by my second name, Victoria.

"Hi Lourdes!" I said knowing that she also hates her second name.

"Touché." She said, then we both laughed, Miranda is my closest friend ever since we were 6 years old. She moved from the Big Apple because her parents divorced and her mom decided that they were going back to her hometown. Ever since, she has hated this place with ugly passion a thing that we both had in common and that's how we clicked, oh and our love for dancing too.

We started warming up, and then we practiced the group routine which is a ballet choreography, my personal favourite. Then we went for the solos. And you might be wondering what is this for, well at the end of the semester we have our final festival, and all the city is invited, oh and this can also get you a fast pass for Julliards.

It was 8 o'clock when I finished practicing. It's pretty rough, yeah.  I didn't like walking alone at this time of the night. Because things could get heated up. If you know what I mean. But because it was friday, me and my friends from the academy always meet up at a local bar in downtown. Yet I had to go home and at least get this sweat out of my skin.

I was already applying my mascara when I heard noise from downstairs, indicating that my father has arrived. Joy. Now I'll have to sneak out. You'll see after my mother abandoned me when she gave birth, my father took care of me, or his definition of "care". When my mother got pregnant they were barely teenagers, so she did what thought was best for her. Leaving us behind, my father and me. Dad never has brought her up nor habe I seen a picture of her so I don't really know how she lookdd, rumour has it that she left to New York City. But no one really knows.

My dad wasn't a really normal dad. He is... Open minded. And he is open with me about anything which I appreciate but... No thanks I don't want to get high nor get a hangover. Or STD's. Sad short story. When he found out about me he was terrified, he didn't want to raise a child at such a short age, but he didn't want to be parentless and end up in a orphanage. So he me took with him. After that he pretty much tried to raise me, key word being "tried".

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A/N Hi guys, I think I'm going to edit this chapter later and make it longer, I just wanted to post the story already:P I am really excited for this book and I couldn't wait more. I have big ideas for this!

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