Rejects (l.h.)

1- The day he moved here...

2010- September 14th
Kristina's POV...

Wake up at 4:00 every morning, why do I feel I need to be different today? I get out of bed and look into my mirror, I look like Sugar Honey Iced Tea. My room is in the basement, yeah. It's the only bedroom I could have. I like my room though. The walls are black, with neon hand prints of the people I love. Then to top it all off, black lights skirt the top of the walls. It is so pretty, I should be a home designer, but I won't be. I don't honestly know what I want to be. I do only have two years until I graduate. Ugh.
I don't really have friends, just acquaintances. I do have the one and only best friend I will ever have! Her name is Adrienne, but I call her Ash because that's what her initials are. She says I am a weirdo, but I think she means a cool weirdo. We are what you call the extra's in a movie, otherwise, known as the rejects. You know, the kids that are never thought of when you say our grade level. Just the football player and the volleyball players. I do play volleyball, and I am the captain, but no one seems to care about the one who is the least attractive.

I take my long brown hair out of it's messy bun and let it fall into its waves. My blue eyes have that dull look, no sparkle. My face is just- blah. Then I walk up the stairs to the main level of the house. But then another level to my bathroom. I go in and close the door behind me, but instead of locking the door, because it doesn't, I pull out the drawer that blocks anyone from getting in. I undress and turn the shower on. I jump in and feel the warm water on my head. My feet are freezing so it feels like my feet are burning.

I soon get out of my steaming shower and my soaked hair lays straight down to the center of my back. Tenth grade sucks, so does school. I just always feel like complaining, because why not. I blow dry my hair and throw it up in a bun again, nothing special considering it's not going to stay like this for long. I grab my towel and run to my room, even though I am the only one awake.

I shut the door behind me and check the time, 4:47. Most of that time was taken up by me blow drying my hair. I turn to my dresser and pull out some black skinny jeans with a red and black flannel. I am obsessed with them. That is all my closet is. flannels. I am also going to wear some black combat boots with them. I sit in my spinny chair from my desk and roll over to my mirror. I look in the mirror and take my hair out. I french braid it and then pull it tight at the end. I then roll back to my desk and check the time agian, 5:08. I have nothing better to do, so I grab my phone from where I threw it last and then walk up stairs with my boots in my hand.

I open the fridge, "Morning Nick" I say, "Have anything good this morning babe?" I ask Nick. Yes I am dating my fridge, jealous? I would be. I find the waffles in the freezer next to the fridge part of Nick. I take out the toaster waffles and pop two into the toaster. I go back into Nick and take out the chocolate milk. I pour myself a huge glass because I am obsessed with that too. I hear the ding of the toaster and rush over like a child that has never eaten a meal in their life. Man, I love food. I trip over my dog, Bear, as I race for my waffles. I don't fall, but stumble. I get to the toaster and take a paper plate out of the cobort above me. I pull the waffles out of the toaster, "OW OW OW OW OW OW!" I say quietly so that I don't wake anyone up at 5:13 in the morning. I unplug the toaster and take syrup out of Nick and put it on my plate. I sit down at the counter and devour the waffles and chocolate milk.

At 5:38 my little brother comes down the stairs. He is so very annoying. He is only one grade level under me and I run into him in the hallways all the time. "Morning Shawn," I say.

"Morning Kristina," he says taking a seat next to me. He is a lot shorter than I am but he is very dorky. I guess I don't have very much room to talk, so I don't always say something. He takes out his phone and mindlessly scrolls through it.