Finally my bags were unpacked. The lonesome night drew on, I carefully set a picture- the only picture of my parents and myself on my new dresser. Maybe just maybe this once they'd call saying I could come back. That I didn't have to go to this school. Just because my grades seem superior doesn't mean I want to go to a new school. And leave all my friends; well- friend. I don't like people that much. Where I'm from you don't trust anyone, you'll just end up getting hurt. I'm eighteen I should know better than to trust. Never again; I promised myself. Never again am I to trust.
I sighed walking away from the dresser, glancing back at the picture, I didn't even look remotely happy. Even though I don't like my parents at all, I still don't want to be here, alone. My parents always ignored me as well. Plus I was an only child. I opened my laptop and sat on my bed, the christmas lights surrounding my walls casted a nice warm glow so I could see the keyboard. I opened tumblr up and scrolled through my feed. Basically all of it was Ed Sheeran stuff because, I mean come on, ed sheeran. I saw there was a new gif of him and reblogged it. I kept aimlessly scrolling and finally checked the time. 1:30 am. Setting my customized laptop on the nightstand right next to my twin bed. Pulling the chocolate brown bedsheet over my petite body I looked out the window across my room waiting for a while until my eyelids decided to close.
THE NEXT MORNING
My alarm clock woke me up playing 'Wake Me Up' by Ed Sheeran.
I internally laughed at the pun and heaved my honey brown hair into a bun. Smashing down on the alarm clock causing it to silence, I threw the covers off my body and quickly made my bed. I groggily advanced to the kitchen and got a mug of hot chocolate. I dislike coffee, it tastes likse shit to me. Turning on the news I sat down with my mug in handy. Becoming blase with the news I decided having only hot chocolate in my pantry wasn't satisfactory so I jumped up, grabbed my keys and threw on an oversized sweater and my combat boots along with black leggings. I like oversized sweaters because they make me happy. Don't judge.
Hopping into my little peice of crap car I sped down the street and into town.
I walked into the air-conditioned grocery store taking a metal cart and rolling; or squeaking it down the aisles.
I saw Nutella and immediatly my pace quickened, I took four jars off the shelf and threw it down into my cart, sighing in relief that no one took my babies from me I happily strolled around; well as happy as a girl who got kicked out of her own house by parents who are heartless good for nothing shits. Getting a bunch of random food the last stop I had to make would be to the pretzels. I need pretzels. Pretzels go really good with nutella. Waltzing to a bag of pretzels I saw brown curls bobbing, as he exited the isle. When his face turned, I didn't take in anything except dried blood and bruises on the side of his face. He had a medical kit grasped in his long fingers. Just as quick as he came, He left. I gasped before shoving the bag of pretzels in my cart and shuffling trying to catch up with him, the mystery man had REALLY long legs, perfect for his muscular and tall build. I of course didn't have the speed to catch up with him because of my petite frame, so I caught a glimpse of a black range rover drive away from the window. Shaking my head I finished paying and hopped in my own car. I probably wouldn't even think of it ever again, this always seemed to happen before I moved here. Violence was a key advantage to your reputation so of course all the jackasses in my school would come to school bloating about punching someone in the face (Which they probably didn't even do). When I go to school in a week I hope everything changes. No I don't want to be popular, but I also don't want to be in some loony place.
