"Daaaad, we don't have any bread," I complained when I was making my breakfast.
"Then have something different and pick some up after school." He replied.
"Like what? You haven't gone grocery shopping for at least three weeks and we have run out of nearly everything!" I stated and he sighed.
"Fine, I'll go shopping, but if you want anything for you, that isn't necessary, you can buy it yourself." He didn't even make any eye contact with me.
"Okay, but you usually get what I eat anyways." I looked through the pantry, not finding anything that was 'breakfast worthy', so I just took the last apple from the the fruit bowl and ate it. "Dad, do you want me to make you a list so you don't forget anything?"
"Yeah, okay, but not too many things."
I wrote down: Cereal, white toast bread, Nutella, raspberry jam, butter, milk, & fruit. I handed the note to Dad, and he took it, read it and said "Thanks,"
I smiled and went down to my room to change into my uniform. I looked at my reflection on the mirror that was on the back of my door; my slightly tanned skin was marked from where I had slept on my crumpled sheets the night before, my eyes were droopy, and my hair was messier than usual. I am so not a morning person. I grabbed my brush off of my desk, and ran it through my curls a few times, then pulled them up into a high messy bun. I went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, to waken it up a bit, and applied a concealer, foundation, mascara and a peach lipgloss. Then I went back to my room and changed out of my pyjamas and into my uniform; a yellow polo t-shirt, navy blue shorts and white socks. For how strict our school is, our uniform is pretty cool, because they let you wear whatever combination you want - You can have a yellow and blue school dress with a woollen jumper or rugby jumper, or you can have a polo top either yellow or blue, and navy blue shorts or track-pants. That's for the girls by the way.
After I was dressed, I grabbed my high-tops and put them next to my red school bag and went to see if my dad had gotten any money out for lunch, and he had, there was five dollars on the counter for me.
"Thanks dad! I'm going now!" I called out loudly, I could hear that he was in the shower.
"Bye." I heard him say, and I put my shoes on and walked out the door. The same door that Luke came to yesterday. I shuddered at the thought that I would see him today, but I tried to ignore it and kept walking until I reached the corner if the street, where the bus stop was. I stood there for a good five to ten minutes, waiting for the school bus to come. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone else walk up to the bus stop, in our school uniform. I turned my head to see who it was: Dane. I smiled, and shook my head. "Hey, Stalker." I laughed and he gave me a puzzled look for a few seconds, then caught on.
"I'm not a stalker!" He protested, "I just wanted to stay in touch with you, seeing as you're the only one that I know at this school,"
"I'm not the only one you know," I started.
"What do you mean?"
"Lindy Smith, you know, my friend, your ex? The one you dumped just because she was moving schools?"
"Oh. Right. Her." He started to fiddle around with his thumbs. I rolled my eyes at him.
"She told me last night over Skype, and she said that I shouldn't become very good friends with you, or else I would get hurt."
"You know what? You don't know the whole story, so I would say that it's none of your business." He snapped at me, and I could tell that my face looked scared. I wasn't expecting that.
