Fake Smile.

Chapter 1.

[All chapters will be first person.]

*BANG BANG BANG*

I woke with a start, my eyes flying open. I knew it was my father who was at my door. He was always aggressive when knocking.

I checked my clock.

6:38 A.M

It was time to get ready for school.

*BANG BANG BA-*

"I'm up, I'm up.."

God, how I hated how he banged on my door like that. It wouldn't be so hard to just knock normally.

I sat up out of bed, grabbing my phone off of my nightstand. I sent a text to Storm, telling him to get up, as always.

I sent my texts earlier than needed to him because I knew he would take forever to read them.

Grabbing a shirt from my chair, I stood up and walked over to my bathroom.

The lights were on again.

It was a strange occurrence, I would turn the lights off every night before I went to bed, but in the mornings, they would be turned on again.

I mostly assumed it was my brother coming into my room to use my bathroom at night. He knew Father wouldn't be able to hear the toilet flush from his room, so he wouldn't get caught.

Our "dad" hates when we leave our rooms at night, and usually yells at us if he catches us out.

I wasn't too fond of his ways of "parenting," but there was really nothing i could do to change it, so I lived with it.

I washed my face and my hands, before unwrapping the tight gauze around my wrists.

I searched my cupboard for some more of the soft bandage, eventually finding it.

It was hidden next to the knife, all the way in the back. I quickly threw the old gauze away and replaced it with the new one.

Once I was done in the bathroom, I found a hoodie and some black leggings, throwing them on. I grabbed my gloves, pulling them on, then stuffing my phone into my pocket and rushing out of my room.

I had to have Storm up and ready by 6:55, so I could rush him up to the bus stop at 7:15.

I swiftly moved across the hallway and pounded on his door.

I heard a groan, then sheets sliding. When I was sure he wasn't going back to sleep, I headed downstairs.

I began to make breakfast. We didn't have much time, so I just made some waffles.

I set them out on the counter for Father, then went to our gameroom to let the dogs out.

We owned two German Shepherds, and a tibetan mastiff. The shepherds were my dogs, as I took them out with me when I went to the park, the store, the pool, really anywhere.

I was allowed to have them in public because they were trained protection dogs, so they were unlikely to bite anyone without command.

They were also my service dogs, as I constantly had anxiety and asthma attacks, so one dogs would stay and try to calm me while the other ran off for help.

As much as I hated my father, I was grateful for my dogs at least.

I was a pretty clever kid, so when I got them, around 5, I named them after their best skills.

"Archie," for her great accuracy in attacks, and "Bolt," for his great running speeds and quick sensing.

I watched as the three dogs ran out into the snow, rolling around in it happily.

Heavy footsteps pounded down the stairs, and soon enough Storm came into the room.

"Scar?"

I turned to face him, smiling as convincingly as I could manage.

"Yeah? You ready to go?"

He simply nodded, and so I turned back to the outside.

After I had called the dogs in and locked all the doors, we grabbed our backpacks and hurried out to my motorcycle.

Although I wasn't of age, I took my test early, and was approved allegiable to drive.

It was only because I really needed to be able to, and I was smart enough and knew all the laws.

Our bus stop was about 7 minutes away when we took the bike, and 15 minutes by foot, so we ignore how could we got when driving on the bike.

I started up the vehicle and backed out of the driveway, looking to make sure father wasn't watching, then speeding off up the hill.

My father didn't know I could drive yet. He knew I had the motorcycle, but he never saw me use it.

I was convinced he was scream at me if he found out..

Once we reached the bus stop, I dropped Storm off, and drove back home.

I parked my bike, then sprinted up the hill.

My bus came at 7:25, so I had time to get there, but the run was good exercise anyways.

I had been gaining weight, and that was bad. If I didn't cut back on how much I was eating, I might get fat again.

About 10 minutes later, I made it to my stop.

Everyone else was there, including Kasey. She saw that I was panting, and gave me a confused look.

"You ran up here again?"

"Yeah. I've been trying to lose a little more weight."

She looked me up and down for a moment, then spoke:

"Yeah, you certainly need it."

I scoffed, but didn't say much more. It would be pointless to argue again.

Eventually the bus came, and we all piled into the long, yellow vehicle.

I secretly hoped I wouldn't run into Chase today, he was sure to be an asshole after getting that detention yesterday.

[Yeah, pretty short chapter and all. The next chapter is going to be about her day at school, but I may take a little bit to update on this story. Please just remind me. 🧡]