Was it Worth it?

Chapter 2

* Melodey's P.O.V *

I'm still groggy from yesterday. Why did I wake up so damn early? My mind then decides it wants to wander to the far corners of my mind where my deep thoughts are located.

Wait a minute. Something's not piecing together properly. Why was my Spotify playlist playing when I was watching Youtube? And...why was my phone dead right after I went to pause the song?

Okay, the last question I can kinda understand the answer to that, but as far as the first question, I still can't piece that together. Maybe I'm just overthinking it but I have a feeling that something is definitely up.

And what's funny is that something similar happened to me a few days right after I got out of the hospital which was only a week or two ago.

You see, I was put in the hospital for something quite absurd actually. *flashback starts now*

Me and my friend  I guess you can call her, even though we're not actually friends anymore because things change, people change and we just drifted apart but that's besides the point.

Anyways, me and her were crossing the street because the light was green so we were able to cross and what had happened was that this small, medical bus came out of, literally nowhere.

Everything was fine, nothing strange had happened that day, we were still sorta friends, it was the day of my school concert. But of course it just so happened to also be the day that me and her got hit by a fucking school bus. 

I remember tumbling over after getting hit on my left side my arm, hurting like hell, elbow, all scratched up, both hands were bleeding like hell and my face was very numb at the moment.

"WHAT THE HELL!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!" I remember shouting at the old bus driver that not only ran a red light, but was speeding as well, while my eyes were hot with tears. *end of flashback*

My friend, Rochelle, broke a headlight with her hip but thankfully her hip was only sprained severely and nothing was actually broken.

My left shoulder could've been fractured but I found out only yesterday that it was also only bruised and sprained but very severely of course.

I didn't have to spend the night at the hospital or anything, thank god for that, but that didn't stop the pain. It is in much better condition now but still.

I sat on my bed in disgust and shook off my awful memories of that day. Time to get ready for another awful day in the life of me where I hardly have any friends left.

I get my lazy ass up from bed and head to the bathroom which was conveniently only down the stairs and a few doors away.

"EWWWWWW!! I look ugly!" I think to myself as I look at myself in the mirror. Now I know that most people don't look all that great once they first wake up but I look more horrid than usual.

Maybe this is because my mind is so corrupted it's starting to eat me on the outside as well. I shrug it off unsure why I look worse than usual and continue with my morning routine.

I grab my toothbrush and realize we're out of toothpaste. Oh no we're not! I run to the other bathroom which was down another flight of steps, and hurry back up to the bathroom I was just previously in, in hopes nobody would've already gone in there while I was out.

Of course, it was just my luck that the 30 seconds I wasn't in the bathroom, somebody wants to go in. Normal people would just use the bathroom down the flight of steps. Me, I'd rather not. Plus, my toothbrush wasn't in  the bathroom downstairs.

Screw it. I started knocking on the door in frustration very roughly.

"OPEN UP! I WAS IN HERE FIRRRRST!!" Urgg, I wonder who's in here.

"Yeah, well I was born first so how do you like that." Of course it had to be the oldest out of the three. My sister. 26 and STILL annoying.

"Why do you always use that stupid excuse, 'well I was born first'  ?" I mimic in a 5 year old's voice. 

 "Because I can, and there's nothing you can do about it." She says ending the conversation.

"UGGGGGHHH!!!!" I stomp off to my room upstairs and slam the door behind me.

Why does she have to be such a brat?!

*2 hours later*

I hear the  bathroom door open and close my laptop, toothpaste still in my hand, and run downstairs to the 2nd floor to go to the bathroom. My sister, Heather, walks past me with a sly smile on her face as I go to the bathroom.

"It took you two hours to get ready and your still ugly." I say as I run past her and into the bathroom.

I hear footsteps coming back to the bathroom followed by a knock on the door, a very loud knock might I add. "WHAT THE HELL YOU LITTLE...URM...UGGGHHHH!!!!!!" Now it was her turn to stomp away furiously. Hehe that's what she gets.

Now I have to get ready, which only takes me about an hour, which is half the amount of time she took.

Oh right, I have a dinner party later today and we're doing this secret santa. Looks like the person I got only wants a forever 21 giftcard. Works for me.

I finish getting dressed topping everything off with a nice smelling perfume.

I got a few compliments and questions from my family that I was more then happy to answer, then walked to a nearby pharmacy to pick a card and the giftcard.

After I was finally prepared for the party I examine what I have on and was quite impressed with myself. My hair was in a cute little side bun, I had on a soft pink lipgloss and some eyeliner as well with a sweet little wing added. I had on my silver studs, black heels, black dress pants, and a cute black blouse. I think I was finally ready.

I call for a taxi since I can't drive yet and was off. The ride was about fifty bucks but it was definitely worth it even though it was twenty dollars for admission. It was at a buffet so Jessica rented out a party room. The whole thing was a good experience, good food, good friends. I was pleased with how this night turned out.

Except for the fact that the girl that was supposed to have MY gift, yeah she was a no show so I was a bit disappointed, but other then that, it was fun.

I dreaded the fact that I still had to go home but I had to none the less and there was nothing I could do about it.

I eventually got home, which was another fifty dollars out of my pocket, but I walked in to find a miserable surprise waiting for me. My parents found the progress report, showed it to me and punished me of course.

Any plans for New Year's are gone. The only plan  my parents gave me for New Year's is to study until I got my history grade up. Greaat. Mark my sarcasm.

* Author's note *

Second chapter was a bit longer than the first official chapter so I hope you guys will appreciate that. I tried to make it as long as I could. Also I would also say that all of these ideas are mine and some of them actually happen irl so please don't steal my ideas from me and claim it as your own. Please don't steal my ideas at all for that matter. Also, if you have any ideas or input about this story please feel free to leave them down in the comments section. Thank you for your time, see you in the next chapter.

xoxo Tati