The Bridge

Dawn

The world is a treacherous place. If you're not careful, it'll bare it's teeth at you and may even take a piece of you with it.

I woke up from a sleep that felt like a spell. It was deep and the kind that makes you feel tired even after hours of darkness. I rub my eyes and open them. I turn to stone. Where am I? I look around the room and lay there for a while terrified I was kidnapped. We moved. Just got in last night. I let out a breath and close my eyes again. I pull the sheets over my arms more and sink farther into the bed. School starts today. A new school. With new people. I hate meeting people. I groan and slide to the side of my bed to fall off of it. I land on my feet and walk to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

I brush through my blonde, wavy hair and brush my teeth. I wash my face and then pick out a pair of black jeans with holes in them. I slide on some blue checkered Vans and a black oversized T-shirt that says Nirvana on it. I pull a denim jean jacket off a hanger and pull it on. My hair is right above my waistline and put some behind my ear. I look in the mirror and nod my head in approval. I walk back to my bathroom and spray some perfume. Let's get today over with. With those words, I swallow the beginning of my anxiety attack away and I walk down stairs and grab my black bookbag with the words Juicy Couture all over it in a white/grey coloring.

"I'm leaving dad!" I yell and go out the front door. I walk to my red car that's decked out with rhinestones and bling on the inside. If I'm gonna have to drive I might as well do it in style. I back up from our blue two story house and onto the road. I blare some Taylor Swift in the CD player that I installed with the help of my dad.

I drive down the main road that takes you to the center of the town. It's where the school is, the post office, the mini store, and the mayor's office. I get to a stop light and wait for it to turn green. I hear screeching and an old red Chevrolet Camaro slammed on its brakes. It was maybe a 1968, 1969 Camaro. It looked brand new. The light turned green and I start to go. Out of the corner of my eye I see the car moving forward fast. I honk my horn and throw my hands in the air. Learn how to fucking drive people. I meet eyes with a guy with a grey jacket on. He's the one driving with five other guys in the car. Some are smoking and then there's some that are more than likely drinking. I give a look of disgust at them with my nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed. They're all laughing.

I pulled into the parking lot of the school and groaned. First day. People are going to look at me. I turn the car off and grab my bag. I take a deep breathe.

"Fuck 'em." I say and smile to myself. I open the door and shut it. I hear the car from before screech into the lot. I lock my doors and start walking to the front entrance of the school. There's people hanging out in the parking lot by cars and they all take the time to stare at me and whisper. I act like I don't see them. Poker face, baby. Don't let 'em know they bother you and it'll just bother them more. Or at least that's what my mom used to say. I get into the school and there's a shit ton more people in here. I push passed a bunch of geeks studying already, then some cheerleaders.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?!" One blonde cheerleader says. I roll my eyes and look up.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." Some guy with slicked back blonde hair says. His eye brows are a mess and his black high top converse aren't tied. He's wearing a tight black shirt along with the rest of his posè. Three others are with him. One with black hair in the back wearing black skinny jeans, way too skinny if you ask me. One with a white shirt, didn't get the memo apparently. One with dirty blonde hair and a black t-shirt that actually fits him with grey jeans. Then the one with the black leather jacket. He has brown hair almost black. I can't tell if his eyes are brown or green. I think they noticed I've been staring a little too long. I clear my throat looking down probably blushing up a storm. I look back up.