Lavender

~Chapter 1~

!WARNING! This story is going to cover serious topics such as underage drug use, parental abuse, mental illness and more, so if you might get triggered by that, maybe this isnt for you.

I woke up to the sound of screeching in my ears. My alarm had been beeping for 20 minutes now but I slept through it...again. The time was 8:20 am and I had to get ready for school in less than 5 minutes and catch the bus before 8:30. The bus came at 8:40. Normally I wake up at 7 am and have an hour to get ready and catch the bus with plenty of time to spare, but I've been getting wayyyy less than my already less than usual 5 hours of sleep a night. 

Hi, my name is Harley Wallis and this is my life.

I sprinted into the kitchen, having gotten dressed in the span of a minute or so, and saw my dad across the room blowing on his hot cup of tea and reading the news. "DAD! CAN YOU PLEASE DRIVE ME TO SCHOOL I'M GONNA BE LATE!" I half asked half yelled. He looked up in shock and almost dropped his boiling hot beverage all over him at the loud sound. "Sure, lemme just grab the keys," He said, firmly adjusting his grip on the mug. "just a minute."

Just a minute. 10 minutes later we were in the car and only just leaving the driveway. "Pleeeeease hurry!" I was almost having a meltdown at this point. Luckily I had maths class first with my best friend, Finn. I texted her that I was gonna be late and asked her to tell the teacher 'my bus was late', so I had at least a couple more minutes before I got detention for rocking up so late without a proper reason. 

I managed to sneak into class without EVERYONE staring at me, and sat down next to Finn. I looked at the board, which had "Simple Interest" written on it, and zoned out for the hour. Another day of feeling like shit. This would be fun. I always feel like this but normally I have the energy to hide it you know? I'd be able to at least seem okay enough that people don't start asking questions. But this week all of the energy to hide it was gone. I was too tired to pretend this week. Apparently it was obvious I was feeling shit, since a kid in my science class AND my art teacher both asked me about why I "seem so sad lately". 

I felt like my friends noticed how I was feeling and that they just didn't care or something since they didn't say anything. Y'know, self sabotage and all. Me just  knocking myself down a peg and convincing myself no one likes me and all that. So of course I just felt worse. It really wasn't a good day. But at least I had one class to look forward to, 3D art. For all of art class, I just made myself a hot chocolate and drew a lobster. That was it. That's why I love that class. My teacher even said that she'd make us all hot chocolates every Tuesday morning because it's cold weather and there aren't many of us in that class. My teacher is the best.

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After school, I took the bus home while listening to my favourite playlist. Once I got home I changed into some casual/sporty clothes since I was going rock-climbing with my family. It's become something of a weekly family sport now I guess. I really like it though. I love rock climbing and, not to toot my own horn or anything but, I'm pretty good at it too. My sister, Gwyn,  and I would race up the walls to see who's faster. So far I think it's a tie. 

Once we got home my mum and Gwyn had an arguement over something, I don't pay much attention to what it's even about anymore, and I went to my room. As expected, one by one, every member of my family walked into my room to talk shit about the person they were arguing with. Gwyn would rant about how much she hates my mum, my mum would rant about how much she hates Gwyn and all of the mental illnesses my family has, my other sister, Maddi, would rant about how depressed she is or about how shit her new boyfriend is and my dad would rant to me about the financial situation and how shit this family is. If you can't tell, I'm the therapist for my family. It's not ideal, but they have to have someone to talk to, to get this off their chest and apparently I'm that 'someone'. It's stressful and certainly not good for my mental health but it's the only way I stay updated with what's going on in this family.

This is a very dysfunctional family but it's not the worst. My dad could have left, my mum could beat me up every night, my family could be homophobic. Y'know, it could always be worse, so I don't have much to complain about. I know people who have it worse, so I can't really complain anyway.

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Anyway, changing the subject from that dark topic. The weekend came along pretty quickly. Soon enough it was Saturday and I was helping my Aunt move house. She's somehow managed to become a millionaire in her lifetime so she recently bought a mansion to move into and I was helping her. It took hours and hours to move the the boxes and clean up her old house for the next owners but it was worth it. I'm glad I could help out. After that, my mum and I got some lunch and headed home. 

Maddi was throwing a fit because she didn't have any fake lashes for the next day since she was planning on taking photos for instagram with her friend. Sometimes I wonder how me, an introverted lqbt+ nerd is related to her, a popular pretty-girl with about a million equally pretty friends. It's weird to think that her, Gwyn and I are actually triplets. The three of us have such different presonalities and looks. Gwyn is emo and literally an underage drug addict, Maddi is a popular pretty-girl and I'm a quiet yet mentally ill introvert. We're so different but when push comes to shove, we have each others backs.

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Word count: 1137

Thank you for reading! And just a reminder:

This story is going to cover serious topics such as underage drug use, parental abuse, mental illness and more, so if you might get triggered by things like that, maybe this isn't for you. 

Anyways hope you enjoyed!