Chapter 1

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Two weeks left until school starts again. Same boring routine, same boring people, same boring life. I made sure to do a lot this summer to keep my mind off of going back to school but now that it's approaching I can't help but to be miserable.

I've always had a decent life at home but school has always been awful. I'm an only child so my parents do so much for me. Sometimes it's overwhelming because they're always there. We've always lived in a boring town with selective stores. Everyone knows everything about everyone, secrets spread faster than a common cold. This town is lonely. Everyone is lonely and i hate it. We never have any new students at school, I've had the same classmates for years and they all have something against me.

I sat in my bed all day today because my parents had some errands to run and i didn't wanna go. As I'm scrolling on Instagram, i see everyone's posts about how amazing their summers have been. Gross. People my age are so fake. The popular girl at my school, Amanda, always posts to make her life look so perfect. There's nothing perfect about a father behind bars for putting hands on women and there sure isn't anything perfect about alcoholism. But at least she makes it look so perfect.

I heard the door open downstairs and heard my mom call me down. When I reached the bottom step, she handed me a bag of groceries to unpack in the kitchen. Our house was not big yet it was not small either. The front door and the stairs almost connected so it was a tight squeeze getting up the stairs if someone was at the door. The house was an open concept house but it still felt comfortable. Our Livingroom was the first you saw when you entered the house. My mom decorated the house to the best of her abilities choosing greens and whites for the living room. Our tv facing our couches sat tall on our grey brick fireplace, decorated with books no one has ever read. Don't get me wrong, i love reading but I'm pretty sure the books scattered to decorate our house have no interesting plots. From the living room, there's our kitchen with an island set to 'separate' the two rooms. My moms theme for the kitchen was very neutral with rustic tones of brown. At the end of the kitchen was our dinning room table and a sliding door to the backyard. I've grown up here and no matter what, i always love this house.

"If you could just put the frozen stuff away for me dear that would be much appreciated" My mom said as she carried a few more bags in from the car. I put the bags onto the counter and started going through them to find all the frozen items. Once i finished doing that, i helped put everything else away.

"What's for dinner tonight?" i asked as my dad passed me to help my mom with the last few items.

"I think I'm going to make a soup tonight" she said and turned to face me "Don't forget grandma is coming for dinner tonight"

How could i forget that my favorite person is coming tonight. I acknowledged my moms words and went upstairs to shower. Luckily i have my own bathroom connected to my room since I'm an only child and we live in a 2 bedroom house. My room is my favorite place and there's literally nothing like the comfort of my room. My walls are an off white creamy color. I wanted to keep the walls basic so everything else in my room isn't too much. On my bed, i made sure to put as many pillows and blankets on for maximum comfort. Once again, there is nothing more comforting than my room. My bathroom is pretty plain, nothing more than a few towels and the basics you'd find in a bathroom. I get all my stuff prepared and start the shower. I never take too long in the shower because the heat makes me dizzy. I cant stand cold or just warm showers though so it has to be hot.

After my shower, i did my skincare and relaxed in my bed until dinner was ready. I heard the sound of my grandma walking through the door and i rushed downstairs to give her a hug. She set her bags down and opened her arms welcoming me in.

"You get even more beautiful every time i come visit" she said breaking the hug "I know i missed your birthday but i brought gifts!" she said picking up a gift bag full of pink wrapping paper

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