How many times have you thought to yourself,
How could my life be different from others? How could I be unnoticed, and even hated? Everyone must like me?
Well welcome to my life. Hi, my name is Dyllan, and welcome to the life that has become the most fucked up in the world. My mother is my aunt type deal. Well she isn't really, but it's kinda like that. It's the first day in the new house and nothing is going right at all.
The new house I've gotten lost in it about eightteen times already in the past two days. It's that big, what else can I say, I think that self explainatory. And the better part of it, today is the first day of going to the new school. Fuck my life. New house, new school, new friends? I don't like the thought of that one. New friends, you know how somethings are supposed to roll of your tongue, well this one gets lodged into my throat. I just want to move back to my old place. But no my father has to be a dick and make me leave all my friends.
A new day? How about a new nightmare, that's more like it. Now live my life for a day. I bet you wouldn't like it one bit. All the fighting and all the yelling, life isn't easy at all. But whatever, why would anyone wanna live my life? To most of my friends, crossed that, my two friends take advantage of me. What about everyone else you ask? If they knew how much I would mean to them. But once again what ever. Why would anyone wanna be friends with someone like me. No one likes someone that is a loner.
A short discription of myself :
Imagine a average height girl, bleach blonde hair, bright blue eyes. In my hair I have mutiple colours like purple, indigo, blue, and turqoise. I'm a scene child. I'm not the skinniest, i have to wear size nine jeans. I mostly wear ripped jeans, and old band t-shirts.
Now can you imagine ever hanging out with me? Honestly? I am athletic, but I don't want to join any sports without Jenny with me. Her and I did everything together. So let's get going along with this story.
It's now about 7 am, and I have gotten lost again trying to find the bathroom. One thing that is important to a girl is a bathroom. It has everything I would ever mean in it. My hair straightner, my make-up, and I needed a shower. I wandered down the hallway. "MOOOOMMMMMM! WHERE'S THE BATHROOM! I CAN'T FIND IT AGAIN!" I screamed. My mother pittered down the hallway laughing. What she was laughing at is something I do not question. "Honey, the bathroom is on the bottom floor. It isn't going to help when you are up on the top floor. Here follow me. "She continued laughing. I started following her, but before any of us moved, I heard a faint scream from a baby.
"Mom, did you hear that?" I said hesitantly. She doesn't answer me. She is walking like a zombie. So I screamed at her. "MOTHER ANSWER ME!" "What is it honey? Are you feeling okay?"
"Mom, what is it with you? You are acting like a zombie. Just answer me when I say your name. Like jesus, you are scaring me. Holy." I started walking faster. I don't know what to expect. I just want to leave for school. I don't want to be home any more. My mother has offically gone crazy. I walked back to my room (I got lost again) and I got dressed, used the closet bathroom. (Yes I just said closet bathroom. It is a bathroom the size of a closet. So small.) It doesn't have everything I need but what ever. I teased my hair. Put my make-up on. I went into my legit closet. Pulled out a pair of my black ripped skinny jeans, and then my old All Time Low t-shirt.
I ran to my bus. I am so thankful I am out of that house. Things aren't right, there is something seriously wrong. I think people died in there. The bus shows up around 8 o'clock. As I got onto the bus, people stared. I don't want to go on the bus again. Next time I am walking to school and I don't care how long it takes me to walk to school. As I found a seat, I sat down, there was a incredibly attractive boy in front of me. OMG, I'm totally fan girling right now. Why is he sooooo attractive ?! My god, just kill me now, I wanna say something, but I dont wanna say anything. I will make a total idoit of myself! The bus finally got to the school after fifteen minutes. I almost fall off the bus. Great, today is gonna be perfect.
I stopped outside of the school for a couple minutes. I look at the school, it is so big. Kirklandburg High School. Such an odd name for a school, but what can I judge? I flipped my bookbag onto the ground to get my schedule out. "Damn it! I hate her!" It slipped out of my mouth hoping no one heard anything. My stupid mother got my bookbag wet. How the fuck can she do this? Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped out of my skin. "Holy Shit! What the hell? Is there something wrong with.... " my words broke off, it's that guy from the bus. ACT COOL! DONT FREAK OUT! " Hey, sorry for freaking out, it's just not a good day for me, it's hard to adapt. You understand?" I said calmly. "Hey, it's fine. I thought you were new, so I thought I would introduce myself. Hi, my name is Josh. I live ten houses down from you. I'm surprised anyone is living in that house. After all that has happened there. But I guess you know what happened." He said smiling.
No I don't know what happened in that house! Please tell me. I want to know so badly. But I don't know what happened. But I don't want to think about it, I only want to think about him. He is so flawless.
Brief discription of Josh:
He so elegant. Enough said. Get it. Well he is mine. Get the hell over it! He is the captain of the football team, basketball eam, and hockey team. He's nice to everyone, and over all he is a sweetheart. (As I said he is mine<3)
I blurted it out. I couldn't help myself anymore. " What happened in my house? Honestly tell me, because i have no honest clue what happened." He told me to follow him, and so I did. He brought me to the library. Thinking to myself why we would be here, totally slipped my mind, anything that has happened in this town was in the new paper. One thing, I don't know what year anything happened. Niall walks up to the librarian and asks him something, I couldn't understand what he was saying. "Dyllan, come here, I need you to come help me find it." "Find what?" I asked.
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