Drink Me

Chapter 1

I stared out the thin, clear glass window for what seemed like hours. The sky was grey and dull with clouds that hung over like a blanket across the world. Little droplets of rain came rushing down. The room in which I sat in was much different from the outside. Classmates yelled from across the room to one another,  the teacher shouting and begging for everyone to stop, but no one listened.

It appeared to me that I was the only girl who instead of talking to friends liked too stare out into space,  wishing I were somewhere else. Anywhere else but here. Here, people hated me. They'd make side comments about how I was a loner,  and had no friends, and I guess that was weird to them. I didnt like to party,  or go to places in the middle of the night to get drunk or high with assholes. I had no time for that. I was the kinda girl who stayed home to help my overly imaginative brother with his homework when he wasn't off "talking to dirty white rabbits".

My younger brother,  Adam,  was only seven years old,  about to turn eight in two weeks. To most he was caresmatic, and everyone loved to hear about his wild stories. None of them made any sense to me. Mostly because I didn't really listen. In my family, he was always the favorite. They adored him. Whenever he was sick, it seemed like everyone would go out of their way to make him feel comfortable. When he was sad, my parents always knew exactly how to cheer him up and make him feel special. They would even post-pone any plans we might have had that day to give him all that he needed.

Whenever it was me in any of these situations, it was "suck it up Sia." or "you'll be fine." I never understood why they favored him. He was a chubby boy, short for his age who had blonde hair and green eyes, just like my mother. Much different than me, like my father, I had jet black hair, deep blue eyes, and i was tall and skinny. tipical for a 17 year old girl i suppose.

Moments later i was inturrupted in the middle of daydreaming with the bell for dismissel. I was the last person out, still sitting in my chair, waiting for the room to be cleared out before i got up.
The halls werent that different from the inside of the classroom i had just been in. Loud and noisy, filled with people whom I've known since middle school, seemed pre-ocuppied with one another, sharing gossip and details on the lastest relationships and such. Things I didnt really care too much about. None of them had really changed much since the middle school. There was John Nickelson, who was the star athlete, and to about 98% of the schools population of girls, the most attractive.