Natalie's Pov :
It was a horrible day, I quickly woke up from my horrific nightmare which somewhat felt real . It was mostly based on my mothers last words before dying which was ironic because them words would always haunt me. I woke up with sweat patches under my arm pits, I could smell the stench which slightly dilated my eyes and I mentally noted to take a shower. I walked to my closet and my eyes roamed around my clothes desperately trying to find something which was appropriate for school, What I meant by appropriate was something which gave a bit of effort and made me look presentable for once. My eyes landed on a black skater dress which had collars with diamonds on it, I had my shower whilst procrastinating on how I'll survive another year of college.I slipped the dress on and combed my hair, whilst looking in the mirror I realised my face looked a bit pale, I could see eye bags beginning to appear under my eye which made me very self cautious. I applied powder and texted Jason demanding him to pick me up. I looked at the clock and panicked... ugh just another year left then I'm out of this shithole.
You must be wondering what happened to my mother, it's quite a sob story actually. She died two years ago and left me to deal with this world on my own, my father was a blessing actually, without him God knows how I'd survive, I'm still grieving. I never really had that female guidance which made me more boy- ish and more sociably awkward, more like an outcast. I still remember my mothers last words,
" Live life the way you want to, not what others expect of you". I practically worship this saying everyday even though I wish I could truly follow it without being soo damn paranoid about life.
I still remember all the portions of the memories we had together. When i was young, I used to get bullied and I remember coming home to mum making me chocolate brownies with whipped cream which would distract me from the mean world there was outside our home. We would have sleepovers and gossip like we were little teenage girls not mother and daughter. The women who was my best friend , my Mother, my life was gone . I couldn't believe it . For a few months i was completely shut myself out. I didn't care about anyone. I just wanted to be alone, but I sobered up and realised I could get through this.
I walked downstairs and grabbed an apple and rushed through the door, I shut the door behind me and impatiently waited for Jason to park in my driveway so we could go to school and endure this horrible year together. I tapped my feet and looked around imagining what life would be like with a nice flashy car, I wouldn't have to rely on Jason to drop me everywhere, I could drive to McDonald's and hibernate there.
HONK HONK.
HONK HONK.
I looked up and saw Jason looking at me with an unreadable expression. Unfazed I sat in the car and before I could even say anything, he zoomed off and put the speakers up, I was used to his dangerous driving, wait no his driving was more life threatening that dangerous, every time I'd complain he'd always tell me to either walk or shut up and let him drive in peace.
He parked in his usual spot and finally looked at me and frowned.
"I'm physically so tired, I doubt I'll make it through first period without sleeping" Jason muttered and slammed his door shut.
We walked through the main doors and made our way to form, Jason strolled into class and sat at the back whilst I quickly sat in any seat I could possibly find.
