Come Wake Me Up (Being Rewritten)

Chapter three

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck fuck," I yell random curse words as I run around my room trying to dress quickly. I'm late for school, like two hours late. Ally, that bitch, seemed to have forgotten to wake me up this morning. Why do I have a gut feeling that she did it on purpose? Hmmmm.... *note sarcasm*

Austin normally wakes me up and takes me to school, but he started his new job today and he has to be there by six in the morning. Aunt Carey leaves for work at five so she is always gone in the mornings.

I run a brush through my hair that is in tight waves from my shower and throw a black beanie on my head. I pull on the first first thing I find in my closet which is black gym shorts and a white v-neck shirt that fits tightly. I grab my black vans and attempt to pull them on while brushing my teeth, which doesn't turn out well.

"Shit!" I fall down and hit my head on the tile flooring. I look in the mirror and find a red bump slowly forming on my right temple. I put on my wrist watch.

I grab my phone, book bag, and house key, and run out the door to only find it pouring down rain. Oh great! Just what I need.

Since when does is piss pour rain in California????? That is a question I have to google later. I frantically start to run to school which is a twenty minute drive away.

There was a time before all of this. Ally and I fighting. We used to be eachothers best friend. We told each other everything. We never went somewhere without the other. We were inseparable. But then mom died and a week later dad did to. Ally started to blame me for moms death. She said that if I hadn't have gone with Jessica to Las Vegas, then someone would've been home to help her. And yes she's right. I do blame myself. And everyday I have to live with it. I wake up knowing that my mom isn't here because of me. Aunt Carey and Austin has told me multiple times not to blame myself for it, but I do. And it is my fault.

After my mom and dad died I pushed away everyone. I stopped eating, I stopped talking. I just layed in my room and cried. And cried. And cried. Until I literally couldn't cry anymore. Then I just walked around for months like a zombie. Most of the time I locked myself in my room. When I went to school I skipped most classes, went behind the greenhouse with Jessica and smoked. I smoked all my pain away. I missed so many classes a came really close to failing.

I got kicked off of the Color Guard team, part of the marching band, because I started to skip all of the practices and only showing up to the competitions and I never knew my routine so I kept causing us to lose. Aunt Carey literally wanted to shoot me after I got kicked off. She paid a little over a thousand dollars for my uniform, make up, fees, my flag, and my rifle. None of it was cheap, I got to keep it all but "what's the point in having it if you have no purpose to use it anymore?" Aunt Carey had said. So I had to pay her back. I'm still paying her back. Tuesdays through Fridays I work at a book store in the next town over. I don't get paid much. Only seven dollars an hour for four hours.

After their death Ally and mines relationship had been rocky, we barely talked, didn't hang out in school. Then I found her in bed with Jessica and that's when it really went down hill.
Finally I reach the schools parking lot. I jog up the stairs and open the doors, hurriedly making my way inside. There are some students out in the hallway, talking, texting on their phones, sucking each others faces off, some stop long enough to stare at me. Some laugh, and some have disgust written across their faces, but it doesn't bother me. My only thought is to get to Violet's, I mean Miss Perri's, class.

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Violet's P.O.V.

"I'm sorry but my dual enrollment class is full, and even if it wasn't, your ACT and SAT scores are too low to make it into the senior class," I say for the dozenth time in the past ten minutes. I'm worried about Autumn, she wasn't in class and I talked to her other teacher and she wasn't in his class either. Maybe she's sick, or she's behind the greenhouse smoking. I'll go check after this student leaves.