The bad boy's broken princess(On Hold)

The bad boy's broken princess : chapter 1

My hair is a complete mess, is the first thing that I think about when I look in the mirror. Its dark brown and is completely curly. Now I know what you thinking, girls look so cute with their natural curls, yeah well not me and my hair. Almost everything about me is not what you would expect from the normal teenage girl. My hair for example, it doesn't curl cutely but it curls into my version of an afro. Now with that afro you take my boring and plain brown eyes, which have lost their sparkle over the years, as well as pale skin. OK I might be exaggerating a bit, I'm not that pale. I'm not stick thin but I'm also not fat, I guess I'm in between. I also wouldn't go as far as calling myself pretty. I'm pretty much the most boring teenage girl ever.

I look myself over in the floor length mirror and i realize that i didn't put any effort into my outfit. I'm wearing my black sweat pants, my old red and black Beatles t-shirt with a loose plain black jacket over it. And let's not forget my signature red, worn out, chucks. Oh and most importantly, not a single trace of make-up. Yes this is not how a normal high school girl would dress on her first day of senior year. Yes that's me Samantha Marshall.

I looked towards the wall clock in my room and saw that i was late and if i wanted to avoid my family I'd have to forget about my hair and leave, right now. Even though it was only 6: 00 am i had to leave now. Yes that's right i was ready for school at 6: 00 am when first period only starts at 8: 30 am. I decided to quickly tie my hair up in a messy bun and once that was done i grabbed my bag and stuffed my phone, earphones and my chapstick - which is the only form of make-up that i wear - into my bag. All my books are already at school in my locker which meant i only had my gym clothes in my bag.

I quickly, but quietly, walked down the stairs and got out of the house. I so didn't want to wake anyone up. They already knew why i leave this early for school. I think that it's best if i avoid them as much as possible and they feel the same way. I decided on walking to school, since school is only like a 15 minute walk away and besides i needed to warm my body up. Even though it was summer in California, the mornings were still cold.

I walked towards a small and cozy coffee shop named Zee's. There was a girl that worked there who always gave me free coffee because of a favor i did for her a couple of months ago. I walked inside and immediately got the smell of freshly made coffee. Oh how i love the smell of coffee in the morning. The tables and chairs were all made from a dark wood which gave the place a warm feeling. The walls were painted cream and had pictures of staff and customers all over them. I walked up to the counter and the girl that i helped was sitting there behind the register. She looked up when i approached her and started beaming at me like there was no tomorrow.

"Sammy! It's so good to see you again. Are you excited for senior year?" She shouted when i was a few feet away from her.

"Good morning Alexis. It's good to see you too. How's Brandon doing?" Brandon is Alexis' 9 month old baby boy and he was so adorable.

"He is a handful but nothing i can't handle. He started crawling a few days ago and - hey wait; you're avoiding my question about school. Why?" she questioned me. She looked me right in the eye with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not avoiding anything" i replied way too fast. Oh but i so was avoiding it.

"What's wrong? And why are you dressed like a hobo for school?" she said in her mother voice.

"I'm not dressed like a hobo, this t-shirt is called vintage. And as for school, I'm just not looking forward to another year of pretending to be someone that I'm not."

"What do mean?" she said sounding really confused and interested in the story. I can't tell her. Not now at least. Everything is still so complicated.