And Dont Come Back

Chapter One

I. Hate. My. Hair.
This is what I was thinking on a Monday, getting ready to go to high school. Yay

I decided to just take a quick shower, cold of course so my dad wont get mad at me, brush out my hair, and put mousse in it to keep the curls in place. I have extremely curly, long, blonde hair that literally cant be tamed.

I dressed in a black tank, a open blue and black flannel, black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. See the repeating variable? Yea I sorta love black and I am known as the "self harm girl" but I dont self harm I promise. They just assume because of my scars and bruises which were brought to me by my dad. He is a druggie and a alcholic so he is very abusive. My mom walked out a few years ago.

I went to my drawer that holds the very little makeup I have and decide what I want to wear today. Not like Im gonna wear what I wear every. Single. Day. Hence the sarcasm

I put concealer on all my bruises that were viewable and some mascara. I also winged out my eyeliner.

I checked my IPhone 4, thanks grandma, for any notifications. Oh look I have none. Shocker.

Just at that second I got a text from Jay. My only friend. Her and I got along well because we were the outsiders, her the book nerd that kept to herself and me the outsider that tries to stay invisible.
Jay: Hey love! School today yea? No skipping ;)
Me: Sadly yea. I have an exam today. But we can still skip ;)
Jay: Now, now, we cant do that little one. We must learn
Me: Ew learn? I think not. Well Ill see you in a few
Jay: K love you
Me: Love you too

I turned my phone off and walked downstairs. My dad was laying on the couch, bottle of Vodka in hand, staring off into space. As he heard me come down the stairs, his head snapped in my direction.

"And where do you think your going?" he slurred at me, obviously too drunk to remember I have school. "Im going to school dad. Its Monday remember? Or are you too drunk to remember that too?" I said, furiously walking out the door. Im gonna pay for that one. Hey, it's not my fault his sorry self forgot my birthday.

I dont tell anyone about my birthday, not even Jay. I dont find any importance in it.

I walk up to the doors of the school and as I open them, a rush of warm air hugs my cold body. It is Fall, and freezing, in North Carolina.

Few people look at me as I walk to my locker, only to give me a glare or look at me like I have an extra eye or something. This is why I hate school. I am no different from them, besides my dad. They dont even know my story yet they think-

"Helloooooo? Earth to Anna? Why is your face red and why does it look like your about to kill someone?" Jay says as she waves her hand in front of my face, bringing me back to reality.

"Oh, you know, same old same old. People staring at me and judging me without a clue about me. They probably dont even know my name for crying out loud. Its irritating me more than usual today" I said. "Maybe its because ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!!" she said with a smirk. WAIT A MINUTE

"HOW DID YOU FIGURE IT OUT?!?! I NEVER TOLD YOU!!" I said, trying to rationalize how she knows. "Im your best friend, how would I not know? Oh, and they said it over announcements before you got here. Happy 17th!!" she said, squealing like a little girl. Ugggggh why did they have to announce it? Now everyone knows. Not like they care though.

"Whatever. Just dont remind me" I said walking away. "YOU CANT BE MAD ON YOUR BIRTHDAY!!" she screamed as I walked to my first period class.

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Hiiiiiii!! First chapter finally published!! I am not sure how good this really is but I know I really wanted to post so here ya go. I know its really short but I felt like that was a good stopping point, plus her going to class or anything like that is not signifigant to the meaning of this story. Well.....until next time my friends! I best be off