The sun crept in through a gap in the curtains and made the My Chemical Romance, Green Day and Evanescence posters visible on the white attic room wall, the birds welcomed the new day with tweeting and chirping to each other and the spring morning was completed with a groan from a 16 year old girl rolling over in her bed crisp bed sheets and hiding her pale face from the world.
“Ugh... it’s too early!” Amy moaned into her pillow as she slowly kicked off her duvet and lay there for a while, embracing the cold air that greeted her. Amy Marvin was like any other teenager; hated Mondays, lived for the weekend and loved her rock bands. She ran her hand through her long dark chocolate brown hair and contemplated if she could trick her mum into letting her stay home because of the assembly she had to do in front of the whole school; she was a very shy girl and almost every teacher at her school said she had no confidence, except for her music and art teachers, Mr. Meadows and Miss Lester, Mr Meadows loved having Amy in his Music lessons because she was such a good pianist and singer (he always said she’d do great in the music industry) and Miss Lester loved Amy’s ideas and knack for drawing beautiful, realist artwork. Fortunately for Amy, she had double Music and double Art on her timetable today so that motivated her to slide off her bed and onto the floor – she loved doing this as a child and the act of doing it every day when she was younger made it her habit as a teenager – Amy climbed up from the floor and went to get dressed into her school uniform. A fresh white shirt, navy blue tie with the school’s crest at the bottom (a navy blue raven, in flight, on a black background with curly letters “B” and “H” the stood for Blackbrook High, the name of the school) a black blazer, knee length skirt and black tights. Amy looked in her mirror at her reflection and sighed at what she saw; her green eyes, no longer full of light, her pale lips that hadn’t had a genuine smile on for so long and her pale and dull skin just adding to the depressive state that Amy was in at this time in her life. She didn’t know why she was so unhappy all of the time, she just assumed it was school, taking its toll on her just like it did with every other teenager.
Getting up and leaving her attic bedroom, Amy looked at her posters just before she closed the door and thought of a happier time, when she was at those band’s concerts, this was where she was truly happy, but at that moment it was time for school so she ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, poured herself a glass of orange juice “no better way to start the day than with a glass of OJ” Amy thought to herself, quoting one of her favourite YouTubers, Dan Howell, and downing the orange juice in less than a minute.
“Morning my lovely, are you okay?” Mrs. Marvin’s voice rang through the spacious kitchen to Amy who was sat at the island counter, drumming her nails on the granite surface waiting for her toast to pop from the toaster.
“Morning... I’m alright thanks... you?” Amy mumbled, she tried to be talkative in the mornings but that would only happen when pigs could fly. The toaster broke in before Mrs. Marvin could reply and Amy grabbed the soft, warm toast and started to butter it.
“You like your toast albino don’t you? Haha!” Mrs. Marvin commented on the barely cooked bread. Amy rolled her eyes and managed to make a “meh” sound to show she was listening to her mother, but just didn’t want to reply. Her mother sighed and shrugged the silence off of her and picked up the keys from the hook on the empty bit of wall next to the fridge. “I’ll be in the car, hurry up” Amy’s mother said to her, Amy did what she was told and ate the piece of toast as quickly as possible, ran back upstairs, brushed her teeth and then ran downstairs picking up her bag and putting her shoes on, leaving the house and getting in the car at half past seven.
The ride to school was silent and awkward, as usual, because Amy sat in the passenger seat and stared out of the window as she listened to her iPod, which was probably her most important possession while her mother drove to the school gates. Amy looked at the building and frowned as she reluctantly went to hide her earphones behind her hair, and her iPod in the blazer pocket. She got out of the car and said
