Broken

Chapter 1- Something Doesn't Feel Right

Chapter 1- Something Doesn't Feel Right

August 20th, 2011

"Aria Simone' Blakely..." I groaned at the sound of my mom calling me. Ew, Simone'. I cringed whenever my middle name was used mostly for two reasons: I was in trouble and I despised the name "Simone" with a burning passion. "You missed the bus already! It's your first day of school and you are already starting it off on the wrong foot.!" mom's voice was now booming overhead. I turned onto my back and looked up as my mom bending over my bed, with a perturbed look on her face.

My mom had silky blonde hair. Her eyes were crystal blue, and her lips were plump and pink. Even with no makeup on, mom still managed to look unnaturally flawless. Like the kind you would see on the cover of a Cover Girl magazine or on a Neutrogena commercial. I obviously did not get so lucky. I had poop brown hair, pale green eyes and lips that were always dry and chapped.

I finally decided to hop out of bed. The floor was cold to my toes, and it made me shiver. I quickly threw on my pair of Miss Me Jeans, a purple V-neck t-shirt, my favorite pair of grey Vans and topped it off with a few accessories. For makeup, I put on some eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara and my regular amount of foundation and blush. Just as I was adding on the last touches, my brother Devin came barreling through the door. "What are you still doing here?" I shrieked. He should have been in school already. "Shh!" He hissed, waving his arms wildly, "Mom and dad think I'm at school. I didn't get on the bus! What are you still doing here?"

"I overslept." I replied, dabbing my bubblegum lip gloss onto my lips. My 13 year old brother was always getting into trouble somehow. If it wasn't skipping school it was playing pranks on teachers or getting caught cheating on a test. He was in detention so many times last school year, I lost count. Mom and dad were very strict on him. All the time. Okay... they were strict on both of us all the time. Having the mayor of Madison, Alabama as a dad really puts us all under pressure wherever we go. Yeah, Carl Blakely is my dad. THE Carl Blakely. "Yes we can!" Carl Blakely. I never really liked that campaign slogan... but apparently everyone else did because now he is mayor. My dad has such a spotless reputation in this mediocre town and it was my families job to also live up to that reputation. Which meant never getting in trouble with the law and respecting authorities. In my opinion I feel like I do that very well. But Devin, not so much.

I rushed out the door with a bagel in my mouth, backpack in hand, and the keys to my car in my other hand. I fumbled trying to unlock the door to my Honda Civic. I was already a good 30 minutes late for the first day of school... great. Dad would definitely be lecturing me on punctuality tonight or something.

There was already a decent amount of traffic this morning. The clock read 8:45. Great I muttered to myself under my breath, This sure isn't how i wanted to start my junior year. My sophomore year had been anything but eventful. I was a straight A student, president of the Sophomore class, and also the treasurer on the student council. The past couple of years in high school I had done nothing but study and work my butt off to get on the Dean's list, which I managed to accomplish, but something about my life just didn't feel right. No matter how many awards I would win, or certificates or even money that could fill the void in my life. I need something else. I need a change. I WANT a change. I just didn't know how i would be able to achieve that change. I certainly wouldn't want to do anything too life changing, like shave my head or get a tongue piercing like Becky Willow did back in the 8th grade, who is now serving time in juvy for attempting to blow up the school. No, that wouldn't really solve my problem, and i can't go to juvy. Orange just does NOT work good with my skin tone at all!

I finished the last bit of my bagel as i pulled into the school parking lot. James Clemens high school was a pretty nice school. It was pretty much brand new, and it was very big. I rushed into the school's main office and checked myself in. Then, I scooted down the hallway to my first block class. My first class was Health class with Coach Shaler. I walked in and immediately felt several pairs of eyes on me. "You're late, Miss. Blakely." Coach boomed. For a woman, coach Shaler had so many masculine qualities that made her kind of intimidating. "Sorry. There was traffic." I lied, hoping it would help.

"I didn't want to give detention on the first day, but you leave me no choice." Coach huffed, handing me the detention slip sign. I groaned as i printed my name.

"Be in Mr. Furgeson's class after school." she said curtly. I quickly took my seat and for the rest of class, i stayed quiet. Once the bell sounded I darted for the door. That room had a horrible smell, and I needed to escape Coach's death glare.

I walked the crowded hallways to my next class: Chemistry. I passed a few of my friends along the way and we all waved and smiled at each other. It felt good to be back in school, but at the same time I wanted to get the hell out. Suddenly, my best friend, Macey Greene, ran up behind me and practically tackled me right in the middle of the hallway. I laughed at my friend,"What class are you going to now?"

""Chem with Mrs. Lilavol."

"No way! Me too!" I was glad to have a class with my best friend this year. We entered the Chemistry room and took our seats. I looked over at Macey; she was busy looking in a small pocket mirror fixing her makeup and hair. She had ivory skin, ocean blue eyes and curly blonde hair. Secretly I had always been jealous of my friends model-like complexion. As much as she tried to deny it, Macey wanted to be popular. She always was up to date with gossip and trends. I would often catch her deep into a new issue of Teen Vogue at the lunch table and she would try to hide it from me.

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