Choices

The first day is the hardest... chap-1

Why me? What does a girl have to do to sleep in for five more minutes. I'm not ready. I'm not ready. I'm not rea- "Sarah Lee Ann Waters, I am not going to tell you again to get your ass out of bed right now! You're going to be late for your first day as a senior!!" "Ughhhhhhh" Maybe, just maybe, I could pass by with being sick? It was worth a shot. "Moooooom, I don't feel so gooooood" I could hear her cursing as she marched up the stairs. Okay, okay, I got this. Just look and act sick. Shit. I say to myself. There was no time for thinking because mom had just finished walking down the hallway and was about to crash my door down. I slide under my blankets a little further. "I got this," I repeat in hope if I believed it maybe she would to.

All hell broke lose when she smashed through my door and turned on my lights leaving me disoriented. "I-I-" "Shut it! Your ass better be down stairs and in your car in thirty minutes or I'm taking your phone and car away for two months!" She slammed the door on the way out making one of my softball trophies fall from the shelf.

I reached over and grab one of my pillows. "Aghhhhhhhhhh!" I yell into it before getting out of bed and walk to my closet to find my favorite pair of Hollister jeans and a blue V neck shirt. I rush to the bathroom and mess with my hair before deciding it didn't want to work with me. I finialy lost all hope for it and put my hair in a disorganized bun. I start to head down stairs when I glance down at my bare feet. I walk back up the steps and grab my black vans and light gray socks because they are the closest to the door.

I take my phone off the charger. Thank heavens its charged. I slowly go down the steps grabbing my keys off the counter and back pack off the dinner table. I go out the door yelling "Bye, love you" to mom who is in the kitchen probably making a mess. I hear "Have fun, love you" from her as I shut the front door.

I washed my Jeep yesterday and it looks whiter than the day I got it. I grab my pair of aviators I keep in the center console. I roll all my windows down and blare my recent favorite song.
"Why I got you on my mind! Why I got you on my mind! Why I got you on my mind! But my heart don't understand, Why I got you on my mind!"

Twenty minutes later and I pull into my parking spot. I painted it when I was a sophomore. You could still see parts of the heart and the "Da" of Daren's name on it. It is beyond me why the hell I said yes to dating him. Oh wait, now I remember. He had abs and made me laugh. Not the best reason, but at the time it seemed like it was. Ninth grade was a crazy year. I shake the thought out of my head and I walk up the depressing steps of Long Beach High. "Go sharks" I mumble to myself.

I barely make it to my old locker before being shoved into it by some unknown force. I feel two hands on either side of my shoulders which press my face harder into a rusty metal lock. "Guess who?" I hear some whisper in my ear.

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This is my first time writing a story other then for school purposes. How did I do? Thoughts? Suggestions? What should happen next?

Thanks for reading :)