Prologue
1 more year and I'm out of here.
I can do this.
It's my new mantra today. This is the first day of senior year. Before you assume, no, I'm not a new student or bullied--not in the stereotype way and not in school, tell you all about it later. My name's Avery Stanton, 18. Not a cheerleader but an average student with a normal high school life and not so normal home.
I'm a little early when I got to school but who cares, i dont want drama to unfold if I stayed home for too long. I like school better--yep, you heard it right. I sat on the bench beneath the tree to watch people as they come. Freshmen would definitely dress to fit in. The nerdy students starts getting into the campus while the average students mill around for the next half hour. Then the cool people will be having their grand entrance.
I have this bubble around me whenever I'm alone or bored with a conversation. No one can touch me there, I'm my own person. I get highstrung when getting worked up about something, either good or bad. That's one of the reasons why my family wants to get rid of me.
I know I'm at the legal age to move out but my part time job and high school ain't ready for it yet. So I'm stuck here.
The bell is about to ring so I'm putting on my cheerful smile on and let my mind be preoccupied by something less dramatic. And pray that time will drag on so I dont have to worry about getting "home".
