Come Wake Me Up (Being Rewritten)

Chapter one

"I'm off to school, Aunt Carey!" I yell grabbing my Jansport bag and heading out the door into the fresh autumn breeze. Today I am starting my senior year. Fun, right? Not exactly. Why go to a place everyday for eight hours surrounded by a bunch of people who hate you? Beats the hell out of me. School used to be fun for me. It was my place to escape from home, a place where I hung out with my friends, a place where all my problems seemed to fade away.

Now all school is, is hell. I lost all of my friends my sophomore year after my mother and father died. I shut all of my friends out. I lost my girlfriend last year, and I'm still trying to mend my broken heart. I came home one day to get ready for our date and I found her in my bed with my sister. My bed!!!! MY BED! She cheated on me. With my sister, of all people! I still haven't forgiven either one of them, and I never will.

Now it seems as if school is where my problems are. I now hate all of my teachers. I gave up on my work last year. My dreams of getting into Harvard has sailed. My life turned into drugs. That's pretty much what I do. I go to school. Skip a few classes, go behind the greenhouse and smoke. It soothes my pain. It makes me forget my past. Even if my high only lasts for a few hours. It still helps. I have no one else but drugs. I know its bad, and its really hard to stop but that's the least of my worries.

You only live once right?

I make my way into the crouded halls of East Montgomery high and walk towards the front office to get my schedule.

"Good morning Miss Stewart," I greet our young hot blonde secretary. She's in her mid twenties, has long curly blonde hair, and deep brown almost black eyes. She's really gorgeous.

"Hi darling, here's your schedule," she smiles and hands me a piece of paper.

Autumn Lockhart
Trigonometry- Dan Heflin - 8:00-9:00
Free period- 9:00-10:15
Dual enrollment English- Violet Perri- 10:15-11:15
Lunch-11:15-12:00

I reread over the paper twice. I seriously only have two classes?

Puzzled, I look at Miss Stewart,"Two classes?"

"Yep. You've done taken all your other required classes."

"Oh, okay. Thank you," I mumble exiting the office. Well only having two classes gives me a lot of free time. Too much free time, might I add. What can I do to feel my time? I could possibly get another job. Haha, who am I kidding? I'm not going to get a job. So I guess I'll just spend my extra time napping or getting high. Sounds like a plan to me.

I'm on my way to find the trig class when I hear the familiar voice. The voice I have tried so hard to forget over the past year.

"Autumn, baby, wait up!" Jessica calls out. I cringe as I turn around to face her. She looks beautiful, as always. Her red auburn colored hair is tightly colored, her mesmerizing icy blue eyes dazzling as she looked at me. She's wearing a white shirt with leather skinny jeans and a lot of bracelets, like always.

"What do you want Jessica?" I clench my teeth almost painfully.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" she asks grabbing my hand and rubbing her thumbs in circles. It used to be comforting, before I saw her with my sister.

"Whenever I can get six years of my life back. Six years you threw down the drain, Jessica," I can already feel tears starting to form in my eyes. Yes, we were together for six years. Since we were twelve years old.

"I-"

"Save it," I say holding my hand out to stop her from continuing. "There's nothing you can say or do to make me change my mind. I'm never, and I mean never getting back together with you. You should've thought about this while you were fucking my sister. I don't give second chances. I'm not one of those believers who believe in second chances. You shouldn't have done what you done in the first place. It wasn't an accident. You could've stopped her. You could've stopped yourself, but you didn't and now this is the consequence. Do me a favor, and leave me alone," I say before turning and walking away from her. Leaving her standing there in shock. It feels good to finally get that off my chest.