Chapter 1
First day of my Torture.
BEEP BEEP BEEP. My alarm clock screeches like the scream and I jolt out of bed.
Normally this wouldn't happen during summer. I would still be in my bed, enjoying a dream I would have of me finally landing my skateboard trick.
But no.
I have school. Dirty, nasty school.
And I am NOT excited.
I will never be excited for school. I'm not that happy girl who jumps out of bed and knows today will be perfect. I will never be that kind of girl.
I finally start trying to find an outfit for school. Since my mother wanted me to dress nicely I wore skinny jeans with a I ❤ SKATEBOARDING shirt on and let my hair run free. I have long wavy hair, and I hate it.
The tangles are terrible and you always seem to have to put your hair up.
Well to me it's that bad.
Anyway, I ran downstairs to find my beautiful mother making me breakfast.
Note the sarcasm.
My mother was still sleeping and my dad was already at work so I grabbed a apple, grabbed my bag and walk to the school bus.
*5 minutes later*
"How long is this bus?!" I say looking at my watch and throwing my backpack on the ground.
I'm the only kid on this block and so the bus takes forever to get here.
I swear when I get my drivers license I will never ride the bus again.
After a whole 5 minutes later I give up and ride my skateboard to school, it will at least take 10 minutes, ill be fine.
As I ride my skateboard I look around at all of the houses, looking at the house that some new neighbors have moved into.
I wonder who's gonna live there.
I look ahead and finally end up at school.
This, is gonna be a bad day.
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Well this, this is not really a chapter but I wanted to give you guys a idea of who she is. Riley is 17, and she doesn't take too well to people or school. So this chapter is just a opening to meet her.. 😊
~Madigan 😊
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