Loving Lilac (EDITING)

Chapter 2

OM MY GOD GUYS!!!! We beat the goal of 5 votes and 3 comments by a lot! Just so you guys know I will be updating on Sundays and Wednesday. The goal for this week is 7 votes and 4 comments! So my question for this chapter is... What do you think of Lilac? Have fun reading!!!! -Morgan

P.S: That's Lilac in the picture!!!

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I woke up with my body feeling like shit. When my eyes opened on their own accord, I closed them quickly, blinded by the white light. Then, I remembered what happened last night and inwardly groaned. I would have to face him this morning.

I wished I could go back to that peaceful bliss when you wake up, not knowing who you are or where you're at. It's amazing, really, knowing that something simple as sleeping can fill you with such a sense euphoria.

Hopping out of the drawer, I mentally planned my outfit. A simple white V-neck and a pair of black skinny jeans. Good enough. But I will never be good enough. They've always reminded me. Every. Single. Day.

Digging through my clothes, trying to find the outfit. Banging noises occurred from the downstairs cupboards. No. No. He was up.

After he hit me, my dad would humiliate me, in terrible ways. Ways I would not want to describe.

I slipped my clothes on my body, gathering school stuff. I really did not care about school. My teachers said I was wasting my talents. Scoffing, I always replied," What talents?", even though I knew what "talents" I was wasting. I'm a certified genius.

Running downstairs, I put on my shoes, nearly slipping on the last step. Yeah, I'm sooo a genius. The clock read 8:03. I was late so why rush it?

After jogging outside, I got into my 1960 Convertible Mustang. It's gorgeous. It's completely black with a leather interior. Little flame designs were on the sides of the car. I got it when my parents actually loved me years ago. It was a early birthday present.

Now I'm 17 and a hated child.

Nobody was driving at this time. It was empty road for miles.

I got in and turned on the engine, listening to its low hum. I pulled out of the drive way slowly, but once out of the drive way, I slammed on the gas.

The adrenaline rush was wonderful. I flipped a switch on the dashboard on the roof of the car contracted into the compartment in the back. My blonde hair flew in all directions making it mess but I loved every minute of it.

My school was about 20 minutes away from my house normal speed but going full speed I would get there in 5 minutes tops.

Turning on the radio, King For A Day by Pierce the Veil blared through my speakers.

"LIVING LIKE A KING SOME DAY!" I screamed the at the top of my lungs. Sadly, the school came into view and I had to stop singing the chorus.

I pulled into the parking space at the back of the Mountain Ridge High and got out. I always remembered to lock my car. Half of the kids here thought I was the kid with no money and so they think that this is some rich kid's car. They couldn't be any more wrong.

I walked to the entrance of the horrid school. I have to admit, this was a nice school.

The front of the school was grand. Huge glass doors were in front of the school with polished iron handles. You could see into the entrance hall and the gymnasium where a P.E. class was currently playing basketball with their assigned teams.

If you walked into the entrance hall and turn right, the first classroom on the left is where I need to go. AP math.

I walk in, interrupting the whole class. Looking at the teacher, I give a mocking nod of my head and go to my seat at the back classroom.

"Ms.Woods, since you decided to join my class late, would you like to tell me the answer to the quadratic equation on the board." he says.

Instanly the answer came to mind. "24." I say simply.

He looks shocked. I give him a wink and put my head on my desk, going into a dreamless sleep.

The stupid bell woke me up. Great, P.E.

As I was walking in the hall, people shouted crude things at me. I didn't like to show it but their words. A lot.

"Wimp!" One kid yelled, then shoved me.

"Fatass!" said another, attempting to trip me.

The locker room was no better. I liked changing in the stall so no one sees my scars.

We had no gym uniform. You get to wear whatever you want. The teacher does not care.

Unlike most girls, I was a pair of Old Navy sweat pants and a Hot Topic tee-shirt.

After lacing up my sneakers, I learned that it was free time.

This was my favorite time. I loved jogging the track at a pace that doesn't get me tired. I love the feeling of keeping my thoughts to myself.

But I hate being alone. I am a human paradox.

Once P.E. was over, I went to Language Arts, lunch (where I sat alone), Social Studies, Drama and then Free Period.

But after Free Period, there was a bit of an issue...