Left Alone // Harry Styles

Chapter One // Unedited

   A piercing buzzer pulsed from my digital alarm clock sitting on the cedar night stand next to where I was on my bed. I fumbled for the snooze button, tempted to go back to sleep.

"Don't you dare even think about it, Missy!" My mother's pitchy voice droned through-out the house.

   Groaning, I slid out of bed and groggily made my way to the bathroom. Slightly flinching as I saw my apperance in the dirty mirror, I grabbed my vibrant yellow hairbrush and combed through my nasty bed head. Pulling my hair back in a loose bun, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. As I was swishing the mouthwash through-out my mouth, I looked in the mirror and noticed a pimple was growing in. Just great.

   Irritated because I missed the sink a little while spitting out the mouth wash, I wiped the counter with an old washrag. I quickly braided my hair to the side, and applied a little mascara with a little lip balm and filled in my eyebrows. Shutting off the light in my bathroom, I re-entered my bed room. I let out a breath, not exactly ready for a school day and stared at my closet, secretly wishing a gorgeous outfit would just fly out for me. Unfortunately knowing that wouldn't happen, I walked to my closet and opened the doors. I opened a drawer, pulling out a pair of semi-baggy light-wash jeans. I looked up at my hangers and grabbed an old Aerosmith tee of my mom's. I smiled at the shirt remembering the story my mother always told about how she was so close to the stage that Joe Perry's sweat got on her.Shaking my head, I grabbed my navy blue Converse, black bra, yellow panties, and strawberry socks, and proceeded to get dressed.

"Bethany Blue Mavis! Get your butt down here or we'll both be late!" 

"Will you hold on Ma? I'm putting my shoes on," I boomed, rolling my eyes.I slipped on my right shoe, shoved my journal and my laptop with it's charger into my backpack and rushed downstairs. My mother was rushing around the kitchen to get everything clean and gather her stuff together. 

"We have five minutes before we have to leave. Finish your toast and juice quickly. It's my first day I can't be late." I grabbed my mother's hands and ceased their shaking. 

"Mom. Look, I know this is the first time you've worked since dad left. You have a reason to be nervous and I understand. But calm down, okay?" I chuckled slightly and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. 

"Thanks Beth." Her sincere smile made me smile as well. She motioned for us to leave, and I silently obliged.Just over a year ago, my father had left us. He decided a short ginger with a big butt was better than a tall thin brunette like my mother. For some reason he thought it was totally normal because he always tries to talk to and bond with me. What a prick. 

   My mother pulled up to my school, River Fork High. It was a large grey, concrete building. Students were bounding up the steps, through the glass front doors. I let out a deep breath. 

"Do I have to?" I questioned, turning to my mother. 

"Do I have to go to work?" She smiled sarcastically. 

"Yes, Theresa. You do." I laughed at her surprised expression. 

"Then yes, Bethany. You do." We laughed for a second, then she raised her eyebrows at me, waiting for me to exit the vehicle. 

 "Have a great day, Beth!" She called out after me. 

"You too, mom! Don't get fired." I leaped up the steps and entered the ceremoniously boring school. Occasionally smiling at friends and staff, I made my way to the fifth hallway where my locker was. Walking down the hall, I scanned the lockers until I saw the number 501. I put my combination into the lock and it popped open. Grabbing the books I needed for my classes before lunch, I shoved them into my bag.