Prologue
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!—Whack!
Oh, why did I make that so loud every morning? And so early? I never wake up at the time I set my alarm for, and I’m always rushing by the time I finally get my butt out of bed. I’m just going to continue sleeping anyways until I only have ten minutes before I have to leave the house in order to make it to school on time, which I never do anyway, so what’s the point in getting up so early? I rolled over in my bed trying to get comfortable again, blocking out any rays of the light shining through my dark curtains at the same time. I was on the verge of returning to my dear sweet blissful unconscious, eyes closed, calm breathing, warm blankets and—
“Hey, Delilah! Let’s go already; I don’t want to be late!” Oh yeah, I forgot. He would get me to school on time. Damn. That brought me back to the real world. Every morning I tried my damndest to sleep in, and every morning, come hell or high water, my big brute of a brother would get me out of bed in time to eat a breakfast, be dressed, clean up and get me to school. Every. Day.
It was my last year, and I thought: “Why can’t they just give us a break? It was a prison for everybody at some point that they had to pay for in order to learn things most people probably didn’t really care about at that stage in their lives. And most of the time, the ones shoving all the materials down our throats didn’t want to be there either.” But of course, I am going to be a total hypocrite and do all the work, not ditch classes and make all eighties and nineties in every one of my courses throughout all of high school.
Yes. I was a goody-goody. And to be honest—it sucked. Always having to meet the expectations of your family and teachers, always having to be a role model, and always having to do what you’re told, or be faced with the disappointed looks of your family and teachers. It was a real pain in the ass, and I was sick of hearing about how I had to do this or that and everything in between. My parents were supportive, sure, but there was always this feeling in the back of my mind where I could almost hear their real thoughts and opinions about whenever I got a lower than average mark. And they were anything but positive.
But either way, it didn’t really matter. I would be done soon, and then I would move out and away from this mess of a home filled with stress and complications. And on top of all that, there were secrets, but what kind of house-hold doesn’t have a few skeletons in the closet? Well, in a few agonizingly long hours, I would find out just how deeply buried these skeletons really were.
My name is Delilah Fay, and my life is about to get a whole Hell of a lot more complicated.
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