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BACK TO START: CH 1

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The names Fayne, Zoe Fayne:

I wake up to a heart attack. How? My damn alarmclock. My alarm noise? The alarm of a sinking boat. But you know what some people say; 'A morning started with a heart attack is a morning started right!'

You know what I say to those people? 'fuck off!'

I'm not a morning person. At all. Not even on Christmas. Insane, I know. Ugh. Its to early in the morning for sarcasm.

I get up and insted of throwing my iPod/alarm across the room I turn the alarm off and set it back on my nightstand. I blink, letting my eyes adjust to the rays of sun that seep through the open blinds on my windows creating soft yellow colored stripes across my white carpet.

I get up and walk to my personal bathroom, grabbing a black shirt, long red tank top, black skinny jeans, red converse, and my dark silver wolf head necklace. I only take my necklace off when I'm taking a shower or when I go to bed.

I hop in the shower, washing my hair and body. I take a second to enjoy the sensation of the warm water relax my sore muscles from yesterday. I spent the hole day helping my mom and dad move around the furniture and carry heavy boxes all over the house. My dad couldn't carry anything due to his leg being in a cast, and my mom was busy unpacking everything. My dad got hit by a car while walking across the street to a corner store where we use to live in California. It was a Drunk driver.

Bastard.

I get out of the shower and grab the towel that is hanging on the hook next to the shower to dry myself off. I get dressed and head down stairs.

"Good morning. Sleep well?" My mother asks me as I head to the fridge. The frigde. My soulmate. Food. That I do not have time for.

Fuck.

"As well as anyone can that lifted hundred pound boxes up and down the stairs because there parents couldn't decide wear they should go." I mumble bitterly. Probably because I don't have time for food.

Double fuck.

"Well isn't someone full of extra sass this morning." My dad smiles. He knows how much I hate mornings and loves to pick on me at this time for that exact reason.

"Bastard."

"Brat."

"Ass."

"Crybaby."

"At least I can go to the bathroom by myself." At this my dad opens and closes his mouth.

"Dammit."

I smile while my dad just pouts. We joke around like this all the time. Its harmless, we never really mean it. My mom looks at us disapprovingly for our use of language, but doesn't say anything about it. She knows from experience that punishing us for swearing is about as useful as an IceCube against a raging forest fire.

I grab an apple and a bottle of water, since I don't have time for anything else, before heading out of the house making sure I have my car keys and phone along with my book bag. After making sure I have everything I walk over to my red jeep wrangler.

My pride and joy.

I smile looking at him. Yes its a him. His names Bob. Don't make fun of Bob's name. Bob loves his name.

I head over to Bob in all his red glory and unlock the door to get in. I put my bag in the passenger seat and water in the cup holder while munching on my green apple.

Time for my first day at a new school. Yay. Not.

Yep, first day. In October. A month after school has already started. Lovely isn't it?

First day of school? More like first day of hell.

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I pull into the schools student parking, find a spot, pull in and cut the engine.

Wow people are already staring.

And they were. Everyo-nevermind that guys blind. So almost everyone is staring. There probably just jealous of Bob and his sexyness. They can't know about a new student already can they? I just got here for the love of Christ!

Well it wasn't Bob's sexyness they where staring at, they made that pretty clear when they watched every move I made walking towards the school. Poor Bob probably thinks he's not sexy. Poor Bob, he has no idea how sexy he really is.

"Hey, new girl!"

I'm brought out of my thoughts of feeling bad for Bob when someone calls out to who I assume is me.

I turn to were I heard the voice come from and come face to face with a person I can only describe as fake.

"Like Omg! Like I totally new you were the like new girl!"

Her voice. It makes me jealous of deaf people. She looks like she was raped by a party sized bag of nacho cheese doritos. Her hair is a platinum blonde fake enough to make Nicki Minaj's ass look real. And her extensive use of the word 'like' makes my brain throb in pain.

"OK, why should I care and please I might cry if you use the words 'like' or 'totally' in the same sentence again." I couldn't help it. I know hurtful but, I could have said a lot worse in my defense.

"Oh. Uh...?" She looks a little shocked at my response and is at a loss for words.

Wow I just judged her without even knowing her. Now I feel bad. Bob would be so disappointed in me. Ugh. I should apologize.

"I'm sorry for being rude, I'm just not a morning person. At all. What so ever. So, let's start over." I apologize and outstretch my hand in means of shaking hers. She smiles and shakes my hand.

"Its OK not many people are morning people. My names Brittney by the way, Brittney Balldo."

"Hello, my names Fayne, Zoe Fayne. Its nice to meet you Brittney." I reply with a smile.

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