You Can't Save Me..

Chapter 1

Ashton's POV

Beep Beep Beep.

Damn. 6 already? It's time for my first day of school and just to make it even better, at a new school! Note the sarcasm.

My siblings are still in New York for a bit, while I'm supposed to be unpacking their stuff into the new house, but turns out school starts sooner than we planned.

I crawled out of bed and looked around my room. The walls are painted a light turquoise blue color with black shelving and my bed sheets are plain black. It's an average teenage girls room I guess.

I have a vanity near my window so I have natural light and a huge book shelf in the corner because reading is life.

I look to the other side of my room to see my balcony. I'm on the second floor and I have a beautiful view.

After my mom chose her room I got the next choice as my siblings are still in New York. The balcony was the deciding factor. It's absolutely beautiful.

I'm also kind of, a little, maybe, super organized. Everything has its place. My clothes are hung up and color coordinated in the order of the rainbow, black, gray and white coming first though. My pants are also put in order from darkest to lightest and separated into types.

My books are placed in alphabetical order and my dirty laundry is separated and folded neatly in the basket for laundry day every Sunday. I make my bed every morning, making sure the ends are lined up and perfect.

The shelves around my room are stacked by 3s strategically to look neat. So maybe I'm a little OCD to?

Anyway, I'm Ashton. I used to live in New York with my mom and dad and my siblings, but my dad died and my mom had to get a job. She got one in Australia and swooped us all up, threw us on a plane and here we are.

I'm 17 years old. My hair is light brown to bright purple ombre and naturally wavy. I have dark brown eyes and a naturally slim face. Due to my umm, eating habits, I'm a size 2 and I'm set with that. I don't want to be too skinny, but if I gain weight I flip out a little. Okay maybe a lot.

No one knows about my eating habits or anything else really. I'm the super happy sunshine and butterflies girl with perfect grades and not a care in the world. Yep. That's me alright.

I should probably get ready. I slump out of bed taking my vitamin B6 and B12 and swallowing them down with water before padding over to my closet.

I pull out my favorite pair of back ripped skinny jeans and a gray shirt with black half sleeves and white marble patterns on them.

I slip to my bathroom, pulling on the clothes. Looking it the mirror and feeling my hip bones before pulling my shirt down and walking back to my closet. I pull out my gray vans and set them beside my vanity, before sitting down to begin my hair and makeup.

I swoop on some eyeliner and mascara and decide that's enough. After that I decide to let my hair fall naturally because no matter what I do I won't look good anyway.

It's wavy and reaches down to my mid-back. I stand up, slipping on my vans and picking up my pre-packed black and blue shoulder bag.

I slump down the stairs and into the kitchen. My stomach grumbles and I smile, deciding to skip breakfast.
I grab my wallet and my keys off the counter and walk out the door. I quickly yell a bye to my mom, as if she's even here, on the way out.

After making my way to the garage, I hop into my truck and connect my phone to the stereo and blast my music.

I finally drive off to school, hoping it won't be as bad as school in New York.