The Wind That Carried Me

Chapter 1

A/N: Thank you for reading my first official story! I have an annoying habit of writing super long stories and never continuing them with my terrible motivation... I'll try to make sure this doesn't happen for this story :'D 

This story is heavily inspired by these songs:

- Heather (Conan Gray)

- Memories (Conan Gray)

- august (Taylor Swift)

So I would recommend listening to them when you get to the more emotional parts of this story, to up the feels a bit :)

As of this story, I am currently only 14 years old so please try and disregard any grammatical or spelling errors made in this story <3 

Additionally, although this story is set in California, I am not American, so please forgive me if I mess up the school system there, my information comes from Google, so forgive me if it's inaccurate!

Other than that, please enjoy this story! <3

The first thing I saw as my heavy eyelids cracked open, was the ceiling of my room. The paint was peeling off, the grayish-blue shade they were meant to be had faded into a simple smoke-like colour. The ceiling fan hanging was spinning rapidly, and my sleepy eyes were fixated on the hurried motion. I turned to my right, where my forest green window bars were fixed onto the windowsill. The early rays of morning sun were shining into my room, casting a beautiful soft glow in my room. With a heavy sigh, I got up from my bed and got ready for the day.

I didn't think I was a particularly unattractive person. I had messy brown hair, with some longer strands hanging over my hazel eyes, and I preferred to wear some darker clothes such as green, brown or black. Unfortunately, because my school has a great sense of fashion, I was stuck wearing the horrid school uniform consisting of a white tee and white pants. And if that wasn't bad enough, white socks and shoes too. You can really see the amount of individuality they encourage. 

With a heavy sigh, I grabbed my helmet and shoved it onto my head, buckling it securely. I made to grab some breakfast, before I remembered that there was no reason to eat, so I shrugged and decided to cycle to school, because my awesome parents couldn't give a damn about my motion sickness in buses and trains. Clambering onto my bike, I gripped the handles tightly and stepped on the pedal, my bike moving forward as I made the arduous twelve kilometres journey to school. 

Sweating like a pig, I locked my bike to ensure no shallow bastard would steal my bike. Sure, I was rich, but I didn't want to spend extra money paying for a bike I could've kept safe. I raised my head to find my classroom at the garden below the classroom block, and I let out an irritated groan as I found my classroom...sitting at the seventh level. Fun climb. 

When I finally reached the annoying classroom after climbing seven stories (and internally cursing the broken school lifts), I had half a mind to kick down the stupid door in my way. But as the civilised person I was, I settled for pulling the door open. The moment I stepped in, I was blinded by the bright lights of the classroom. Of course the school could spend a thousand dollars getting blinding lights for four hundred classrooms but not a single operating lift. How smart of them. I clenched my jaw, making my way to my seat. I sat next to this girl with blonde hair and bright blue eyes called Cayley. She didn't really make much of an impression on me. In any case though, she was quite diligent in doing her homework and constantly got high grades. She seemed like the kind of person I'd prefer to stay away from. My grades are fine, but I hated doing homework. She'd be the kind of person to nag me to do it constantly. Rolling my eyes, I dropped my bag on my table, not caring if any textbooks inside were damaged from the impact. That's what a bag is for anyway, to protect it.