The Choice (EXO Chanyeol & Kris FanFic)

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6:30 a.m.

Way too early for my alarm clock to be going off.

And way too early for me to be waking up.

I'm a pretty nice and easy going person- but what I'm not is a morning person.

So why am I getting up this early? 

Well, when your parents divorce and you are forced to move from Florida to New Jersey with your mom (who's barely ever home, being the C.E.O of her company), you have to start a whole new life... which is what I'm doing today.

Today's my first day at my new high school and it's my senior year. 

It's also October 27th, which means I'm coming in when the year has already started... which just makes things harder for me. I don't have much hope for this year anyways.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a loser or some weird loner. I had a lot of friends back in Florida... but I just am not interested in the same things they were. I'd rather read a book or write rather than get drunk off my ass at parties. 

I turned my alarm off and lied in my bed until I could come to my senses. It took a good 3 minutes for that to actually happen. 

I slowly sat up, rotating left, then rotating right in an attempt to crack my back and loosen it up. I finally got out of my bed and walked over to my window and opened the curtain- I wasn't quite shocked when I saw it was still dark outside.

I sighed and walked over to my bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up as much as I could. I took my retainers out and placed them in their containers, and looked up at myself in the mirror. Yikes. I needed to work on myself. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, then left the bathroom.

My new high school made us wear uniforms, which I was kind of glad for. The hassle of having to choose out an outfit every morning always had bugged me, so there's one less thing I have to worry about now. 

I put my uniform on and looked at myself in the mirror. It wasn't ugly- but it wasn't really that eye catching either. 

The skirt was blue with black and white plaid patterns, and the top was a blue vest with a black tie and a white dress shirt underneath. We also have white knee high socks. Could be worse. 

I decided on letting my hair stay natural considering it was already wavy on its own- I really wasn't going to try to impress anyone. I walked over to my mini vanity and looked at my face. I usually don't wear make up on a regular basis, so I wasn't going to try to risk it and experiment with make up on my first day, so I just settled on putting on some mascara and call it a day. 

I grabbed my backpack and phone and went downstairs, expecting my mom not to be home.

And I was right. I swear she lives at her work, she's barely home... but I've gotten used to it. That's the reason my mom and dad divorced, my dad had enough of her being married to her work rather than being married to him. It's not too bad, I just think of it has my dad leaving for a vacation, telling myself he'll be coming back even though deep down I know that's not true. 

I don't have much of an appetite in the mornings, so I just went to the fridge and got myself a glass of water. If I'm not hungry, I cannot force myself to eat. That's probably one of the worst ideas for me. 

I was just sitting at the counter, drinking my water and catching up on social media and things that I might have missed while I was asleep. 

Apparently Kim Kardashian is having another child- wow how fantastic. 

I silently laugh at my own thoughts and realize that I should probably leave for school.

I get up and put my cup in the sink before grabbing my keys and backpack. I put my shoes on and open the door, closing it behind me as I walk out. I walk over to my car and get in. 

Just as I turn the engine on- the nervousness suddenly kicks in and I begin to feel a stomach ache beginning to start. Great. Here we go.