REVERIE

CHAPTER 1- Beginnings

I jerked awake as shrill, offensive laughter, pulled me rudely from my slumber. As the distinctness of the sounds came gradually into focus, i tried to shut it out.  

I didn't want to wake up. 

I didn't want to face the mechanics and burden of yet another 

frivolous day. It was always the same--stacks of meaningless and grievous hours, bundled together, wrapped conventionally, and labeled inaccurately--"lenora grace baker's life" 

The 'life' was a fallacy- 

Life was light and full, while death was dark and empty, and right now, the latter suited me impeccably. I buried my head beneath my pillow, in pursuit of numbness. The laughter didn't stop. It just continued, faded into chuckles, and then rose again. Retreating into my mind, I imagined flying daggers, appearing out of nowhere and forever silencing the irritants that were my roommates, or better still mutilating the idiot that thought putting four girls in a room was alright. Clearly he didn't understand the derangement of adolescents. 

"Lennie" someone yelped. By the ear-piercing sound I knew it was Kate, My...friend. I didn't hang out with people much, more due to the fact that I couldn't stand them than that i wasn't a people person. But once in a while, there came someone that was actually sincere, someone I could spend time with and not feel like yanking out my hair afterwards due to their attitude. Kate was one of those people. However true to their gall, my roommates couldn't stay out of the conversation. 

"don't mind her" one hissed.  

From the amour-propre in her voice i could tell it was Olivia Doyle-typical bitch and irritant. The girl was a classic 

"she wants to have her classes in bed today" another commented. 

I sighed. Summer hale. The typical idiot- very few surprises and a lot of prattling. The girl was a chore. An accompanied giggle sealed the deal. Ruby madison. I never even tried to define her in my mind, she wasn't worth the trouble. 

Kate just ignored them and marched over to my bed, or at least it sounded like she did. Her steps were anything but light.  

As I expected, my blue duvet was yanked off me and settled on the wooden floor. Before I could tighten the pillow over my head, that was snatched away too. Armor less, I inclined my head and peeked at the scowling and fully dressed girl beside me, with hair a rich auburn, cascading down her face and terminating just below her shoulders.  

Her limpid green eyes were ablaze.  

"Are you kidding me?" 

"what?" I answered sheepishly. 

"The door will be locked in fifteen minutes. Get up. Now!"  

Rolling my eyes, I struggled to sit up. Taking care to avoid the cold floor, I placed my feet on the black furry rug beside my single bed, and pushed my hair out of my face. Inhaling deeply,i almost choked at the blast of heavily perfumed air that attacked my nostrils. I held my chest as I coughed lightly. Looking up I shot my three roommates a murderous glare. They obviously didn't care as they just ignored me and walked out of the room. I hissed.  

"Dunces". 

"get out of bed now, I'll be back in five minutes. You better not let me catch you unready." 

I sighed and got up as she walked out of the room. It's just another day. I consoled my self. It can't get worse than it already is.

I got to school a few minutes later than the others hence my hurrying down the hallway. I had math that morning and I was in no mood for Mr. Walker's attitude. As I got to the door of my class I saw that he was already there. Apparently focused on unpacking his items from his shabby brief case, I sauntered in as quietly as I could.