Basic

Chapter One

I tell everyone around me that I hate school, I suppose I hate the idea of it. Having to sit around listening to teachers ramble on about things that I'll never need, the cliché clicks. But if I'm being honest, I think I secretly love it. Constantly being surrounded by people my age, a new drama every two minutes and never-ending laughs with friends. I feel like when we're older with boring jobs and bills we won't have these moments anymore. I'm in my last year of high school, I won't lie and say that I won't miss school when I leave because I know I will.

but for now, I'm going to say that I hate school, as it's seven in the morning and my alarm is blaring for the third time since I snoozed it. I suppose it's time to drag myself from the warmth of my bed and find a suitable outfit for my first day back.

I slip on my pink tartan skirt, plain white crop top and cover it up with a thin pink cardigan. I clip on my necklace too; I could never forget it. I've worn the jewellery every day since my sister bought it before she left for college, with a matching one for herself. I tie my hair back in a ponytail, I can't be bothered to do anything special today.

It's practically silent when I pop my head out of my door, all I can hear is the slight rustling coming from my parents' bedroom and the clicking of heels downstairs, which no doubt belong to my mother.

I make my way into my bathroom and brush my teeth, as I stand there for two minutes only able to stare at my reflection and flinch at the monstrous sight. But surprisingly there are no bags under my eyes, usually they'd be deep and dark, so I'd cover them up with my glasses. Might as well take advantage of the brightened eyes I miraculously have this morning, so I put in some contacts and leave my glasses on the side. Okay this sight in the mirror is much nicer. My blonde tresses are now brushed neatly onto my shoulders and my lips have a fresh coat of chap stick.

Careful not to be too loud if anyone else is asleep, I walk downstairs. As I sit myself down to a bowl of cereal my phone pings from the kitchen counter. Instantly I assume it to be Hazel asking where I am, I quickly tell her I'm about to leave and start shovelling the cereal into my mouth. I check my bag as it hasn't been touched since my last day of junior year. With everything I need I head straight for the front door.

"And you're off before I get a good morning" my older sister grumbles as she slumps down our stairs, still in her pyjamas with sleep in her eyes and her hair in a blonde nest. Oh, I'll miss her when she moves out... if she ever does.

"I didn't want to wake you; I wasn't sure if you had work or not" I edge closer and closer to the door, since I'm already late and she's starting up a conversation.

"Not until tonight, they've kindly given me all of the night shifts"

"Then I'll see you after school" I take my opportunity and rip the door open, quickly saving it before it clashes with the wall behind it.

"Bye, love you!"

I crack a grin back at her call, close the door and sprint to my car as I've already told Hazel I'm on my way.

My beauty, my baby is a black Mustang GT convertible, and she is my most treasured possession. Gloria, that's what I named her. My granddad from my fathers' side, well step grandad I suppose. He bought her a couple years back for himself, but after his biking accident he couldn't drive anymore and refused to let her go to waste and so she was then passed on to me. My grandad is the one who introduced me to bikes and cars when I was little, I can probably name any type of vehicle that you throw at me without hesitation because of him. I should go see grandad soon, I can't imagine how lonely he's been getting in that house.

I slide my butt onto her leather seats and can't help the smile that breaks out on my face that always appears whenever I'm around my beloved car. I turn the key but only feel the engine tremble beneath my seat then stop just as quickly. Oh, crap I forgot to fill up the gas after the weekend.