Chapter One

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I awoke at two in the morning, again. Sweat was beating down my face and blood coming from my lip.

"Fuck." I mutter and go to my bathroom.

I walk in and see my scale. Weigh in just once won't hurt come on. The little evil voice pokes her head in. I shake my head and go to the sink. I look in the mirror in front of me and sigh.

I busted my lip back open from my nightmare. I laugh as I pad the blood away. When the blood is gone I walk out of my room ,down the stairs, and out the house.

I sit on my porch and look at the sky. Everything is so beautiful. The stars twinkled in the sky as the different shades of dark blue falls around.

I head to my parents car and start it up. I ride around and come to a stop at a repair garage that was open. I walked in and a guy was looking bored as hell as he kept tossing popcorn into another guys mouth.

"Dude, I almost caught it throw another." The catcher yelled.

"Seether, you are never going to catch it. We are just wasting popcorn." The other dude laughed.

"Uh, hey." I said looking down.

They both looked up at me. The guy over the counter smirked and Seether ran up from his laying position on the couch.

"Well, how may I help you?" The guy asked.

"My motorcycle. Is it done yet?" I asked looking into his hidden eyes.

"Well, what's your name?"

"Glenda Aurora."

"Okay. Well, it says here its done but you wanted a paint job done. Correct?"

"Shit." I curse as I walk away.

I enter the warm air as I pull my phone out. I dial my mom's number and listen to the ring.

"Glenda Aurora speaking." she answered excited.

"Mom. What are you doing to my motorcycle?" I asked a little pissed.

"Having it painted black. You said the silver was too flashy so I decided to have it painted."

"Okay bye mom. Next time though ask."

"Bye honey. Go to sleep. Wait are you at the shop?"

I hung up before answering her question. I hopped back in the car as the guy walked out.

"Ma'am did you want your motorcycle?" He walks it out to the car.

"Uh, can I pick it up when the sun isn't down and I have someone to drive this tank back?" I bite out bitterly.

He smiles and nods. Before I close the car door he speaks words.

"So your 40 years old right?"

I nod in response.

"But you go to my school little one."

"Oh, yeah. My motorcycle was under my mom's name not mine." I give him my best fake smile.

I close the door and leave the shop. I head home to see it is five in the morning. When I arrive at the house. I turn off the car and lock it. I run up to the door. Once inside I lock up the front and head back up to my room.

I go to sleep as I see the peaks of sun coming from my window.

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