In His Arms [h.s.]

chapter 1.

Harper's Pov

I stared at the clock intently waiting for the big hand to turn to the 12. It seemed like an eternity waiting for time to pass. I wanted out of this class. Hearing another one of Mrs. Fields' lectures about the Pythagorean theorem made me want to vomit.

Finally, the clock turned to three o'clock and the bell rang, indicating that school was over.

I quickly gathered my bag and notebook and pushed myself through the crowd. I headed towards my locker when I saw a couple making out in front of it. Ashton and Becka. Great.

"Excuse me...that's umm...that's my locker." I scratched the back of my head. "Can I please just...I just need in my locker for like a few seconds." I tapped my foot on the floor waiting for a response, but none.

I tapped Ashton on the shoulder while Becka just glared at me. "Could you quit swallowing each other for a second and just let me get to my locker?!" I was annoyed.

I watched as they both rolled their eyes in disgust, "You should really think about getting a haircut. Your dead ends are making you look...well...dead." Becka smirked.

"Well Becka, sorry to inform you, but your opinion doesn't matter to me." I said bluntly.

She acted as if she was going to retaliate but Ashton stepped in, "Come on babe, she's not worth your time." I watched Ashton wrap his arm around her waist as they walked away.

I felt the hot tears that have been so familiar brim my eyes, but I fought them back. I quickly opened my locker and traded my books out for my laptop. I stuck my things in my bag and walked out of the school house.

I thought senior year wouldn't be so bad. But again I'm hit with reality. Why did I think that? I've got not a single friend. I'm not 'popular' (whatever that means anyways).

Why does that stuff have to be? I feel like I'm always being judged, no matter where I am...besides my home. That's all I have is family.

I hopped onto my bike and headed down the streets of Santa Rosa, Florida. My eyes became familiar with the abandoned building down the street. I turned down the corner and parked my bike.

No one knows that I come here almost everyday of the week. This is where I come to for comfort. This is where I come to let go of all my fears. This is where I go to let the whole world disappear.

I opened the door to the abandoned room and opened a window to let the light in. Nobody walked down these alleys, so I wasn't too afraid of getting caught.

I looked in the mirrors and took a deep breath at my reflection. Turning my laptop on, I began to play the song, Fight Song by Rachel Platten. I started dancing and the whole world began to fade away.

Sometimes I don't mind not being the center of attention. Other times I feel so lonely, like no one cares about my feelings. It's hard holding all of your feelings back. So that's why I turned to dance, it says what my voice cannot.

I'm quite into lyrical and ballet dancing, but no one knows that I can dance. It's kind of a hidden talent of mine. It's something that I've loved since I was twelve, when my Mother took me to see The Nutcracker.

As the music came to an end, I gathered my things and left the room. Leaving it the way it was before I came. I normally stay longer, but I was wanting to get home. So, I hopped onto my bike and headed home, which was only a few minutes away.

About eight minutes later, I pulled in the familiar driveway, sighing in relief that I was home. Once I put my bike up, I walked into my house, smelling the fresh scent of baked ravioli.

I slipped my shoes off and hung up my bag on the entryway hooks. "I'm home Mom!" I called out to her as I headed upstairs to get changed.

I opened the door to my room to be greeted by my pumpkin spice candle filling the room with its amazing aroma. My fairy lights glimmered on the wall covered in pictures. I walked into my bathroom and slipped off my clothes hopping into the shower.

After getting out of the shower, I put on my black Victoria Secret sweats with a hot pink hoodie. I ran a brush through my straight, brown hair, before running down stairs for dinner.

"Hey mom," I sat on a barstool at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Hey sweetie," She flashed me a quick smile before fixing a plate. "How was your day?"

"Okay...I guess." I watched her stick a piece of garlic bread on the plate of ravioli.

"What do you mean you guess?" She chuckled handing me my plate.

"Thanks," I muttered, "I guess it's still hard making friends. I know it's been four years, but I guess I'm not like others." I sighed.

"Well it's better to stand out than to fit in with the crowd." She sat down beside of me, giving me a reassuring grin.

It was just me, her, and my brother in this big house. Four years ago we lived in Colorado when my Dad and Mom got a divorce. To make a long story short...He cheated on her, leaving my mom, brother and I by ourselves. We decided to move to Florida, leaving Dad in Colorado.

I haven't seen or talked to my Father in a very long time. He doesn't care to ever catch up on my life. So I haven't tried on his.

"Where's Braydon?" I asked referring to my younger brother.

"Staying the night at his friend's house." Mom sighed, "Hon, I've got to get to work, they needed me in early tonight." She stood up carrying her plate in her hand, cleaning the kitchen up.

Mom's a round the clock nurse so whenever they need her, she gets called in. I was pretty used to it and all, me and this house.

She picked up her ID card that read, Amy Young, it also had other information on it as well. "Love you sweetie." She pecked me on my cheek, her auburn hair brushed against my face.

"Love you too mom!" I called out to her.

I closed the door as she walked out to her car.

It was just this big house and I once again.

~So I'm beginning a new book and I'm really excited with this one. I can't wait for you to read the next chapter! The first person to vote or comment will get a shoutout in the next chapter! xx.