Broken

Chapter 1

One year ago

"Morning mom." I muttered as I made my way towards her to the dinning room where she was arranging breakfast.

"Morning sweetheart." She returned before she looked up at me. The wide smile faded a little from her face. She gave me a look.

Yup, typically it was cause of my dressing.

"What?" I snapped
Her lips formed a straight line."Come have breakfast Ronique."

Breakfast was simply flakes and milk shakes. I didn't feel like eating but I just had to. My mom poured milk into my flakes.
"Ronique...uhm...don't you think your dressing is too....." She looked for how to put it "...uhm too not normal for someone who wants to be normal."

I looked up at her. She was really good at hiding her expressions.
"Whatever." I murmured and munched down my flakes.
When I was done. I picked up my school bag, ready to go.

"Let me drive you." She picked up the keys to her old SUV.
"Jeez!...mom! Do I look like a 5 year old? Suck it up. I'm out." I didn't know why I suddenly flared up. I made my way to the door.

As my hand touched the doorknob she said something.
"Your dad would be home today."
I turned to her. They was heavy sadness in her eyes and she had a look of pity.

I hated that look.

I frowned."Make sure to smash your head's okay?" I snarled.

Okay...that was hurtful but I'm not sorry I said it and I'm not apologizing.
I turned and stormed out through the door.

They were the reason I was the way I was.
Have you ever been in a home shattering before your eyes? The depression, the anxiety, the anger came all from that.

Let's just leave that memory lane for now.

I took the public bus to my new school.
And I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous as I stood in front of the school building. I looked around people walked in two's, three's minding their own business.

You got this...my inner b whined. I exhaled heavily and made my way to the principal's office.

"Ronique Lamont, locker 149, grade 11, second floor, eastwing." She held out a paper to me, "Welcome to Starling High School."
I mumbled a thank you and I left. I had to find my locker now. They were a really good number of students in the hallway. I was thankful to my stars that none of them noticed me.

I walked through, trying to find my locker and I did find it. I tried to open it with the keys the principal had given me. I had slot the key in when I heard a girly voice behind me.

"So much for being a daylight thief."
That wasn't supposed to be for me right...or was it?
I turned around to meet a blonde. She had really pretty blue eyes and obvious snow white skin.

"Excuse me?" I muttered
"That's my locker girl, what are you doing?" She snapped
"Huh?" I was totally confused. Then she gestured at the number on the top of the locker. It was 147...

Oops!...

"Oh, I'm so sorry I thought it was 149. I wasn't trying to steal anything or so." I tried not to sound too panicky.

She gave me a good look then flashed me the coolest of smiles. "It's alright...you look new." She narrowed her eyes in slits."Are you a newly transferred student or what?"

I couldn't really place what to answer. I stuttered. "Yeah..yeah..I'm new here ..sorry about the locker incident."

She waved it off with a hand."No problem. I could help you find yours."