Sleeping. I love sleeping, you know? If I could do one thing in this world, I would sleep. But no, school exists, and I have to go to it. I get up to turn off my stupid, ugly, fat, disgusting alarm because I have to get ready for stupid, ugly, fat, disgusting school.
I get out of bed, and I already want to die. I look in the mirror and literally scare myself. Why do I look like that? I look like a mole rat who has been kidnapped and stuck in a shed for 50 years. Whatever, who is there to impress anyway?
I shower, I brush my hair, brush my teeth, and put deodorant and a Victoria's Secret spray with 68 Sol de Janeiro spray. It's my favorite combo it smells like hevean because I might look like a mole rat, but I'd die before I'd ever smell like one. That's the one thing I know how to do well—smell good. I always make an effort to smell good because the people at my school smell like dog shit, and if I ever got to that point, I'd probably kill myself.
I do a little makeup, like mascara and lip gloss, because that's all the makeup I can afford or, better yet, even know how to do. Then put on a hoodie and leggings, and I'm off to school, I guess.
I walked downstairs to see my mom with her computer, eating an apple. "Hey mom, I'm going to school," I mumbled. "Mhm, bye Lily," she replied, engrossed in her work. My mom is kind of always working; she's like a workaholic, but not by choice since we need the money. Good thing we live in a good neighborhood, but that's mostly from child support. My parents divorced when I was a kid, but my dad didn't want to go through all the fighting for custody thing, so he just left me with my mom and hasn't seen me since. I mean, he wasn't really there when they were together anyway because he was always at work or at the bar. But enough about my childhood trauma.
I got in the car and started driving to school, and as soon as I stepped foot into my school, I already regretted not jumping out of my window because I have first period science. Yay, fuck my life. I walked in and sat in my assigned seat. Yes, we have assigned seats in this stupid class, and of course, I'm next to the smelliest kid in the whole school. While the fat-ass teacher is teaching, the smelly kid's head is on the table and his eyes are closed. He could be sleeping, but it doesn't look like he's breathing. I gave him the smallest tap on the head to make sure he's, you know, alive?! And he sneezed right in both of my eyes. I wanna die. I wanna die. I wanna die. I almost yell, "Can I go to the bathroom?" And before the teacher even responds, I run to the bathroom to get this snot off my face.
I get knocked to the floor. Of course. Could this day get any worse? I look up to see if anyone's there, and I see his light blue orbs—no, this isn't a Wattpad story. The guy just runs off and says sorry as he's walking away with his friends. He doesn't even look back to check if I'm okay. That guy is Max Campbell, the jock. Wait, ew, I hate saying the word jock. He's like the popular guy who everyone loves. He's the best player on the school's soccer team, and he's just cocky, you know?
I get up and walk to the bathroom. I wipe the snot off my face and look at myself in the mirror. Great, my makeup came off. I walk back to class, and I'm not even paying attention anymore because I'm actually done with today. The bell rings, and you might be thinking, where are your friends? And to answer that question, I don't have any. I mean, I do have—no, I'm lying. I actually don't have any friends. It sounds sad, but I don't really feel the need to have friends. I have my movies, my mom, and that's all I need. That sounded less sad in my head.
I get to second period, which is even worse than science: history. And not only is it history, but Max is in this class. I sit in the back because thank god this class doesn't have assigned seats, but sitting in the back doesn't make this class any more tolerable because of fucking Max. He sits right in front of me, and he's always talking loudly, interrupting the class, which you might think is a good thing, but when Max does it, it pisses me off on a whole different level. But one thing he does that really pisses me off is he taps his foot all day, and every single time, I have the urge to get up and pull his leg off his body.
But anyways, it gets to the end of the period finally, and I go to lunch. I sit alone, of course. Then I go to my other two classes, which isn't that bad. It's business, which sounds bad, but it's easy, so I just do the work and go on my phone. And then there's art, which I'm really good at. I mean, I've been drawing since I was a kid. My dad used to pay for my art classes, but after he left, I just started teaching myself. I'd say I'm pretty good, but that's just me.
I drive home and basically wait for my mom to be done work so we can watch a movie. That's what me and my mom do together. We watch movies. We love them. We've probably watched almost every movie on Earth. We watch every genre, from romance to horror, everything. God, I love my mom. She's my best friend. OMG, I'm actually so sad. I need a life.
authors note
first chaper done let me know waht you guys think and give me feedback because i probably need its my first book and a lot more is gonna happen between lily and max dont worry guys this chaper was just a back story on her life aftet this chaper it gets juicy. LOVE YOU GUYS!!
