Violet [Harry Styles]

Chapter 1 1992

She didn't understand the meaning of school, worksheets, Exams, and the big books you read out of. She always said, "Why need it, when you can use common sense." And she did, she never did a single page of homework. It was useless. She'd even pretend that she lost her paper, just to make an excuse that she didn't do it. But she was smart, clever, and maybe even a bit tricky.

Violet sat in class, her face laying in between her hands. She tapped her big, black combat boots, while Mr. Randson was rambling about the scientific methods in finding plant or animal cells. She was just waiting for class to be over, so she go to lunch and skip the rest of the day. She found a way to escape the building, that nobody else knew about. She would go to the janitors office (Which he wasn't there, cause of lunch break,) and would quickly run down the stairs, which lead to an exit door.

She would do it so often, and not once she was caught. Except one time when Samara Conley caught her climbing over the fence last year, and snitched on her.

Samara hates Violet, she would always walk past her in the halls and call her out by saying, "Emo freak," which was clearly not true. Violet was punk. She has medium length, curly, thick black hair, with purple streaks that run through the ends. And everyday she would wear a new band tee that she bought from hot topic, mainly Nirvana, or Blink-182. Those were her favorite bands.

She always wore black skinny jeans, with rips that started at her thighs and would end to her ankles. And she would wear her heavy black boots, that would make so much noise every time she moved.

She didn't care if people would talk about how her eyeliner smeared all over her eyes (Which she only did her makeup like that, cause she hated her veins.) The only opinion that matters to her was her own. She taught herself to be like that.

Violet's life at home is the same at school, except she doesn't roll her eyes, she talks back. Her mom would tell her to take it easy on the makeup, and it would usually end up into a screaming match. Violet would scream, "Why cant you accept me for the way I am!" Then she would slam the door hard, while her mother cried into her step dads shoulder.

Violets real dad died from a fatal car crash when she was only nine years old, she's seven-teen right now. And she's never accepted the fact that her mother has a new husband. Even though Kieth (her step dad) is trying to do his best to help her.

When the bell rang, Violet jumped out of her seat, and began to stick her books in her bag. She was the first one out the door. Everybody else had went to put their stuff in their locker, but Violet still had her bag around her shoulder. She won't be going to class after lunch.

She was walking fast in the halls, and she wasn't paying attention to what going on around her. All she needed to know, was to get their before anybody else did. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder, and when she looked up it was Samara, she had shoulder bumped her.

"Watch where you're going, you stupid emo!" She crossed her arms waiting for Violet to fight back, but she didn't, she just rolled her eyes and told her, "You dumb bitch." and watched as Samara's eyes widened with horror. She thought it was funny to make her mad, to watch the expression on her face face change dramatically, it was so amusing to her.

Violet walked off to the janitors office, and no one was there, as always. She did her usual routine. She ran down the stairs, looked to see if anyone was watching, than took the door that exited the building. Outside was cold. Damn I should have brought a jacket. She thought, as the gust of wind hit her in the face.

Her parents weren't home today. Her mom was working till five o'clock, and she remembered that her step dad was in Pullman, with his mom, and won't be home til mid night. It was the perfect day to ditch class.

What if the house door was locked? She then remembered that she had her house key somewhere safe in her bag. She would usually just mope around school or even go to the public library to sleep, but today she could go home. She pulls her walkman out of her back pockets and sticks them into her ears. She blasts on Blink-182, I Miss You.

She had no car, so she had to walk, which wasn't bad, she only lived ten minutes away. She walked in the mornings too, she just didn't want to ride the bus with all the gross, nasty, kids that always talked about sex. And that's all that meant in her town. Sex, drugs, and shitty music. The side of town that Violet lived in was horrible. There was graffiti plastered all over the brick walls, dents and cracks on the small roads, destroyed abandoned houses, and so many rapists, and thieves lived in her small neighborhood.

When Violet got home, she threw her back pack on the couch and ran to the kitchen. The only thing she had in the fridge that she could eat was a turkey sandwich, so she pulled out two slices of white bread and slapped some turkey on it. She didn't like anything else in her sandwich. She hated all condiments, and veggies, especially tomatoes. She didn't like how it would get mushed, and all the tomato guts/seeds would splatter all over the plate.

She held her food in her plate, as she slowly went over to her room. Her house was old, built in the 1930's. It squeaked with every step you took. It had three rooms, and it was always small and cold in there. Violet's room was the smallest, it was painted black, and she had convinced her mom to let her paint it herself. Her windows were boarded up, cause she said didn't like the sunlight in the morning, and there were messy band logo's painted in white that cluttered each side of the wall. It didn't even look like a room at all, it looked like art. That's how Violet liked it, she didn't want it to be clean, she wanted it to make you feel something.

She ate her sandwich to the very last bite, Violet was still hungry, but she was also tired. She set her plate on the ground, and pulled up her bed sheets that still had white paint stains from years ago. She moved around a bit until she felt her perfect sleeping position. When she shut her eyes the world around her didn't feel present, she, herself, in the world was present.

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"Violet! Violet!" Her mom screamed, the house shaking. Violet dug her head into her pillow, ignoring her. She didn't care what she had to say. It probably wasn't important. When she stepped into her room she snatched Violet's pillow, and crossed her arms, upset, really upset.

"You didn't go to school today, did you?" She said, and Violet blinked a couple of times before nodding her head.

Her mom looked up at the ceiling. "What's wrong with you? Why can't you go to school like a regular child? Why do you do this to me? Do you know how embarrassing it is to get a call from school to tell me if you don't go to school, you'll go to juvie?"

Violet looked up. Juvie? She'll go to Juvie? She didn't think it was that extreme. She'd only miss twenty-two consecutive school days."What? Juvie?"

"Yes, Juvie. If you miss any more days they'll threatened us." For the first time in her life, Violet felt bad. She's never seen her mom cry like that, so broken and hurt. If that meant going back to school, she'd do it.

"Mom, I'm sorry." Violet sat up, she pushed her dark hair behind her ears.

"I'll start going to school."

Her moms expression smoothed, and turned into a small smile. She sat up on the bed, her legs right across from Violet."Just please tell me you'll try."

"Ok-Okay." Violet stuttered, she lied. She didn't want to see her cry though, she didn't want to make herself feel bad for her. She hates the guilt, that one feeling in the pit of your stomach you can't get rid of, it made her feel absolutely awful.

Violet's mom leaned in, closing the space between them. It had felt weird to hug her, she thought. It felt like years since she has. Her mom still smelt like almonds, just like she always did. the scent felt so foreign to her, so familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time.

When her mom let go of her, she kissed her pale forehead, and shut the door behind her.

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A/N

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, this is my first fanfic that I'm uploading and I want it to be good. The story will get better, but I don't want to rush things into it. It's gonna go slow like an actual book, but it will be great.