The End. (Part 1)

Chapter 1

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"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." ~ Confucius

Beep Beep Beep

"Oh my gosh, make it stop, make it stop!" I screamed, grabbing my pillow and pulling it over my head.

Why, oh why, did I always choose the most annoying alarms? I internally berated myself before snatching my phone and successfully silencing the multiple alarms.

Ah, peace—sweet and serene. Waaaaiit, did the time just say 8:30? My eyes flew open as I hastily checked my phone again, only to be met with the bitter realisation that I was so, so very late—on my first day of senior year!. My life couldn't possibly get any worse.

You know, when you say things like "Oh, my life couldn't possibly get any worse," it's like declaring that the hospital is quiet. You never say the hospital is quiet because it's the precursor of doom. Much like my idiotic statement, "My life couldn't possibly get any worse." and Oh, it got so much worse.

Alright, if I spend ten minutes in the shower, do my hair in a quick bun, grab a slice of bread and an apple, skip my coffee stop, and wear my good running shoes, I can get to school by 9:00...

Righttttttttttttttttt. Oh no, I didn't pick out an outfit—my life is over.

"MOMMM, helpppp me!"

"Wh—how are you still here? Doesn't school start—" She never bothered to finish questioning when she saw the miserable, distraught look that was etched on my face.

"Alright, what do you need? We have roughly 20 minutes to get you outta here... Now go shower so I can find something for you to wear—go!" She demanded, pushing me out of my room door.

"I love you," I yelled, rushing to take a hot shower.

Twenty minutes later....

Speed-walking, I devoured my apple, it felt like a miracle that I hadn't bitten my tongue or—worse—choked. But now, I'd like to retract that statement, because there he was, some guy nearly clipped my heel with his bike, hurtling toward Down-Town Abbey High.

I spluttered, as a piece of apple lodged in my throat. This—this turd. I caught only a glimpse of his gray backpack, red-and-black Nike shoes, and his black hair as he zipped out of sight. Ass-hat! I mentally cursed his way.

Checking my watch again and realized I had less than five minutes to get to school. If I didn't make it on time good old Mr. Bryon would challenge me to an interesting staring contest—an epic two-hour battle after school well when you think of detention like that its more fun. Following the end of this epic battle one would have to listen to a lecture on how your behavior would impact my chances of graduating this noble institution.

Racing toward school and skidding through the doors, I accidentally collided with a very hard wall?

Seriously? I'm gone for one summer, and they do this to my beloved high school. Note the sarcasm, gents. Mere moments after the wall and I had developed a surprisingly strong attachment to the floor I heard footsteps heading towards us. I sooo hate my life right about now.

"Well, well, well, we meet again, Miss Black," Mr. Bryon's voice announced from above. "Late and already setting a bad example for our new student, I see. Good morning, Mr. Charles."

That's when I acknowledged the groan—it wasn't a wall I had collided with, but of the ass who nearly clipped my heel. This was the new student?!.

Scrambling to my feet, giggling nervously. I blurted out "Mr. Bryon, my champ, my man, my main mannnn." Oh, I was so getting detention. I watched as his face showed no appreciation for my top-notch humor.

Eyeing the guy who manage to rise from the ground around the same time I did. I was royally unimpressed by his tall, built figure now standing beside me. Charles, huh? More like A—

"Miss Black, you know the drill: 2 hours after school. And you as well, Mr. Charles. Just because you're new doesn't exempt you from the consequences of your tardiness. Now both of you, get to class."

My day just keeps getting better...

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I grumbled and muttered silent curses at myself and Charles, who was currently following me to homeroom—the same class he happened to be in. Oh joy.

"Stupid alarm, stupid bike," I muttered aloud without realizing.

"Great. Not only did she make me late and give me detention, but she's also crazy," his deep voice echoed from behind me.

I paused just before the door, whipping around and shoving my pointer finger against his toned chest. "Listen here, Ass-hat. I didn't plan to be late this morning. If it wasn't for your stupid bike almost running me off the sidewalk—"

The door behind me opened in the middle of my rant. Great, they heard us. I whipped around quickly to face Mrs. Ava-Valerie. My cheeks flushed, damn it. I had just called the new guy an ass-hat, and now Mrs. Ava-Valerie glared at me like a hawk dissecting the best ways to torture its prey.

Charles's lips twisted into a mischievous grin as he shifted his attention to my homeroom teacher. "Good morning, Mrs." he said curtly stepping past me as if nothing happened.

Shuffling to our seats, I could feel the burning gaze of everyone, especially the ones April was currently dishing my way. If looks could kill, well, you already know.

April was my ex-best friend. We used to be the dynamic daredevil duo, but junior year changed everything. I had hardly realized that April had purposely put her foot in the way, and before I could react, smack.

Again! At this point I'm waiting, waiting for a proposal from the floor. I gently rose from the floor being greeted with a victorious smirk from April and glorious roars of laughter from the class. Neat. Rolling my eyes I walked to my seat only to find Charles making himself pretty comfortable in my seat.

That's it I snapped frustrated at everything now Charles making himself pretty comfortable in my seat, April embarrassing me and the class's mocking laughter "You all are real Ass—!"

Before the curtain fell on my little outburst, Mrs. Ava-Valerie intervened, announcing my full name "Miss Melissa Elizabeth Sarah Beth Black" . My name echoed like a thunderclap—the syllables hung in the air, heavy with consequence. The class hushed, and even April raised an eyebrow. What would Mrs. Ava-Valerie decree? Detention? A poetic essay on 'Why Ass-hats Shouldn't Bike?' I smirked at my inner monologue and turned towards Mrs. Ava-Valerie putting on a coy face which sent the message 'bring it one my day has been shit from the beginning'.

The verdict was most likely a week's detention; if so mom was gonna be pissed.

I sat silently keeping my head low for the next two hours of Mrs. Ava-Valerie going on about quadratic equations. After she drilled us on five questions which had four different parts plus assigning an additional five pages of quadratic problems— ughhhhhh why.

My heart rejoiced and did a cute little tap dance as the bell rang, quietly slipping out of my seat and becoming one with the crowd of students. Finally I have escaped—maybe not.

"Miss. Black a word!"

A/N : work in progress

Word count: 1000+ words... 😅