September Sun

Chapter Two

Ping!
Ping!
Bloop!
Ping!
Ping!

The familiar chimes of messages began erupting forth from the other side of the room. I groaned, turning over and opened my eyes groggily, peering around for the source of disruption. The room was dim and hazy all except for the fluorescent ray of green light illuminating from the digital numbers of my alarm clock. I checked the time, the digits read 6:25.

You've got to be freaking joking.

I sat up slowly, crawling toward the edge of my bed to retrieve the iPhone4S docked on my desk. Messages were piling in, one after the other from everyone who was in no doubt, losing their shit. As most of you are unaware, today marked the first official day of Highschool and as expected, everyone was freaking out. I slid my finger across the screen, unlocking it.

It was evident that they've been up earlier than I have.

I couldn't help the sudden smile that parted my lips as I scrolled down each message. Rachel, who was clearly going bonkers, sent message after frantic message. I laughed at her enthusiasm. Riley, being the eldest of the online group, was pretending to calm her down with words of reassurance. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

I set my phone down for a moment. I glanced over at the clock again. 6:30.

I shot up off of my bed and began rummaging through my closet for something suitable to wear. My selection: A pair of tattered black jeans,a black corset top and a throw over jacket. Black of course. I threw the clothes over my arm, carrying them to the bathroom in one hand, my phone clutched tightly in the other. I paused briefly in the hallway, listening to see if either of my parents were awake. I could hear a muffled stirring in the other room, but that was it. I continued my way down the hall and into the bathroom.I shut the door, locking it behind me. I switched on the light, stepping into view of the mirror in front of me.

Gracious Goddess above.

I looked as if I'd survived a freaking hurricane. My flat and usually straight crimson hair stood furrowed and frizzy. My skin was glowing it's usual deathly shade of snow white. The circles under my eyes were darker than they were a few days ago.

Thank you insomnia, I appreciate your help.

Ping!

I glanced down at my phone again. Camillo was online. It only took about a few seconds after his arrival for Rachel to begin bombarding him with texts. I couldn't help but feel just a little bit envious toward their relationship. As far as Rachel has told me, there haven't been many problems occurring in their relationship so far. Whereas I can't say the same about mine. We've been having problem after problem. I guess some would categorize this relationship as psychologically abusive. I'd do something that would piss him off, he'd take it upon himself to insult me and make me feel worthless, he'd leave and purposely neglect to tell me he loves me. Then of course after every fight we have, he'd come crawling back with

"I'm sorry, I love you so much."

Or better yet, because he was Catholic and under the impression that women should be the one submitting, I'd be doing the apologizing even if I didn't do anything wrong. It felt so routine it was becoming irritating. It was a never ending cycle of shit. A never ending cycle of shit that I was -unfortunately- not emotionally strong enough to break.

I sent off a quick message.

Me: Hey guys,I have to get ready. Ill be back in a few. If not,I'll see you at school.
Rachel: Alright. See you at school DX

I grinned and set my phone back down as more texts invaded. Riley had already told me he'd be meeting me around G-building, ahead of time. So really the only thing I had to worry about today was if I'd be seeing Antonio or not. I was struck with a sudden pang of guilt.