Out of the shadows

Chapter 1: The story of my life

Bailey

One more week.

That's all that's left.

I try to recite this mantra in my head as I walk to my locker, trying to ignore the nervous knot twisting in my stomach. One more week, seven days, 168 hours, that all that's left, and I'm gone, never stepping foot again in this shit hole of a town they call Hollow Creek. Okay, that's easy, I can do it!

As I walk in the hallways, no on looks up, no one ever does, shocker yeah. To say the least, here at Hollow high, I'm a ghost, a no one, I would be chocked if some of my classmates, hell even professors, even knew my name, even though I was at the top of every class. Yeah, lets just say that I took getting out of this hole was my prime objective, and I wasn't going to let anything or anyone get in my way. So I studied my ass of to get a full ride scholarship, in Stanford. 2,400 miles from here, I smiled to myself.

It's strange how you can spend years dreaming about leaving, counting the days, and now that it's so close I can almost taste it, it feels unreal.
Like I'm waiting for someone to tell me the joke's on me, that I'm stuck here forever. But no. This time, it's real. I have the flight ticket to prove it.

Getting my books from my locker, I head to my class for the first period, I sit in the farthest sit in the back, the one close to the window, and start daydreaming about my really soon future life.
Fuck, I'm so excited! I don't even notice when the classroom starts filling up, and the professor starts talking.
No, because, in my head, I'm not even here, I'm in my new dorm, sharing a room with a girl named Ariella. She seems cool, funny, someone who might actually get me. She's promised to show me around the city.
I've never been there, never left Hollow Creek, ever since my dad left me and my mom when I was 10.
I don't remember much about him, except from the fact that he was nice enough to save me money in an account that I was able to open once I'm 18, which is 5 days from now, 25th may.

Though for my mother, it's another story, they had me when they were young he was 22 and she was 20, they met in college, dated a few times, fucked a few more, and boom ! A baby, me.

They were happy at first, excited, because neither of them really had a family. But over the years, things got complicated, my dad started having an affair, and again ! Boom, another baby, with another women. And because, he is a good man, of course, he had to be a good father for the upcoming baby. So he left me and my mom, in this fucking town, alone. My mother tried to be strong for me, I gave her that, but she started drinking more and more often, then blamed everything that had happened on me, and a few years later, she started dating the biggest asshole, that the earth had ever seen, and know he's living under our roof. And since Kevin the big, is with us, my relationship with my mom went downhill, she started getting jealous of me because her precious boyfriend fantasies more about her 14years old daughter, than her. Really sick I know.
So when I will leave and never return, I think that she will be over the moon, or she won't even notice. Hell, she probably won't even remember that I was ever here. But I made my peace with that, or at least, I've tried to. Because this is about me now.
My future, my escape, my freedom.
So I get through one more week in the shadows, and then I'm out. I'll become the girl I always dreamed of being. The brand-new Bailey, a version so bright that even he will have to look my way.
And maybe then, finally, I'll exist.

The day pass by pretty slowly, guess  that's what happens when you get excited over something, hmm that's new.
And by the time, the bell rings, it's lunch, I gather my stuff as quickly as possible, and head for the door and into the hallway towards my favorite place to be. The art room. I'm almost at the art room, when something smacks me right in the head. The force of it knocks me off balance, sending me sprawling to the floor.

My books scatter across the floor, but the hallway chatter never misses a beat. A group of girls walks by, laughing at something on a phone screen, and a guy shoves past me without even a glance.
It's like I'm even there, everybody acts like nothing happened, hell I think that they didn't even notice what had happened in the first place.
And part of me is relieved that no one saw anything because who wants to be the pathetic girl lying on the floor?  But another part of me, a part I hate to admit even exists, wants to scream at the top of my lungs "hey, I'm in the fucking floor assholes !".
But no, I will not do that, because fuck them, yeah, fuck them! They don't deserve to see me, any part of me, and I will not give any one of them the satisfaction to see me crack.
I lifted my self from the floor, and turned my head to see the dumpass that had thrown the ball, laughing with his friends about something one of them said, like nothing had happened.
The story of my life everybody, but not for much longer.