Self Torturing~

0.1 "Chapter 1"

[ So hey, my names Montanna/Ryley and I will be your author. If you have any tips or questions, feel free to make them stand out! I will try to regularly update ]
-----------Alexandra's PoV---------------
As I'm listening to my usual night core playmix, a familiar head pokes around my door.

"Alexandra!" The figure which was my best friend - Sebastian - screeched before running in and jumping onto my body. "First day of senior year!!"

Sighing - trying to hide my discomfort and annoyance - I turn away and attempt to hide my thin complex in my sheets.
School was defiantly not my thing. I'd only ever had bad experiences in school areas. Being the "emo psychopath" I am was a target for common bullies to procrastinate their hate for me.

"Get uppp~~" Seb tried to lurch my body over the bed and failing - causing me to fall to the ground with a crash - "ow.. Fu-" I started to curse before my little sister and brother {twins} walked in confused.

"What was the boom noise?" Jake questioned, obviously confused. Josie on the other hand seemed amused yet not speaking a word.

"Oh nothing. Sebastian pushed me off of the bed" I growled - getting up - Jake simply nodded his head as he grabbed Josie's hand and skipping merrily down the hallway back to their shared room.

After about 10 minutes of arguing with Seb about going to school I decided to go. Not caring about how many people would be judging my fragile frame.

Slipping into some black skinny jeans and a twenty one pilots t-shirt I gently combed through my straight black hair, attempting to atleast seem like I was alive. Although I'd only had 40 minutes sleep -in 12 days- before Sebastian rudely emerged into my cracked open door. I decided that I would be fine to get ready and actually learn today.

---------Time skip sorry-------------
Sighing -once again- I reach the classroom door alone. Sebastian didn't have the same classes as me, sadly. Pushing upon said door a paper airplane is aimed my way as the teacher screeches at the children to calm down, yet they don't.

Once everything is quiet, I slounge down into my chair, blowing my long side fringe out of my face as I place an earphone back into my ear, getting my books out. During my process of getting books, I had lost my only pen and started to have a panic attack. Where was my pen?! Had someone taken it?! What if I wasn't able to borrow one?! Questions rushed through my head as I started to sweat.

To say I was worried was an understatement. I was mortified. I would have to ask the teacher - even a student - to borrow a pen because of my forgetfulness.

I slowly raised my hand - sweating - and as the teacher called my name with a small 'yes?' I froze and suddenly everything stopped. I couldn't move - or speak - I probably looked like a complete idiot but I couldn't help it. Missing 12 days of sleep mixed with anxiety and many more illness' does not help.

"Miss Smith?" The teacher questioned "are you alright?" Nope. "Y-yeah... M-may I b-borrow a p-pen...?" My small mouth managed to speak out. I felt all eyes on me as Mrs Hoover brung me a pen, smiling softly.

I was obviously freaking out but she didn't seem to mind.

Everything went fine after that. Until lunch.... 

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so hey! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, if it's short I'm sorry. Be prepared for the next one! Leave suggestions? <3
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