It's Just Us

Chapter 1

I wake up to the sound of stomping... again. For a brief moment it was just my family, happy again. But just like every other day I'm all by my self, along with the annoying stompers. "MMMAAAAAIIIISSSOOOOONNNNNNNNN! AREEE YOUU UPP?!" she more than screamed to me from upstairs. I groan and roll over to the other side on my nice warm bed. "Yea" I shout just loud enough for her to hear. I take a deep breath, and start to get ready, I grab an oversized maroon sweater and black skinny jeans then head to the shower. I quietly head up the stairs and sneak past the kitchen and living room and silently sprint to the bathroom to shower. As I turn it on and waot for it to heat up, I take a deep breath and take a long hard look at myself in the mirror. It has been a long 6th months and most people at school either ignore me or just look at me like I'm a feather, like if they ask me if I am ok that I will break into a million pieces. All my old friends barely talk to me like there is a wall in front of me, but hey at least they let me stay at their lunch table. Stepping into the hot stream of water I feel the tears burning my eyes, I cant cry not here not now, not ever. I finish showering and step out of the shower, dry off, put my clothes on and my hair up in the towel.

I have to make breakfast for them, I think to myself but not for me, because if I eat anything in front of them, they make sure to remind me to exercise.

I should put a mirror in front of them, see how they like it. I walk to the kitchen where my worst reality is. "Oh hey Maison my baby how are you doing sweetheart? Oh baby by the way......" I nod like a good little girl as she asks me to get her something from her car, which is across the street and it is -2F outside. Not like I just got out of the shower and have wet hair or anything. I run and get it and come back before I burn the eggs I put on before I ran to do her stupid errand.

I finish drying my hair downstairs in my room and check my work schedule. Skipping steps back upstairs I say goodbye and in as little words as possible tell them I have work today. They mumble something along the lines of 'if ya work so much why do I have to buy things'. Yeah not like I'm right here. I roll my eyes grab my jacket and and get in my old rusty black Chevy and drive to school. I speed walk to my locker, get my books and go to English. After a lecture about some Romeo and Juliet cap the nasally voice teacher gives us our homework and dismiss us. All my classes suck and that's that. After English is a sucky choir class that I didn't even sing in followed by lunch. As I'm walking down the hallway towards the lunch room I see him, his short brown hair on contrast with his stunning green eyes and chiseled face make me almost stop dead in my tracks. Man he's hot. Luckily, before I make a complete and utter fool of myself for staring at the should-be model, one of the girls at the table I usually sit at calls for me "Hey Maison are you coming?" She is my new savior "Uh... umm yeah". I walk up to her and we start walking together. "What were you staring at, you're Maison right?"

"Uh yeah, nothing just thinking about something, hey what's for lunch today" I answered her, talking quickly and distracting her from her origal question so she wouldn't question me. Not that i would care what the school lunch is 1. Its nasty 2. I brought my own lunch. nods and answers with some gross thing, She was pretty, her hair was long, wavy, and blond. Her eyes were an unusual shade of a golden hazel and a small round face.

Just when I thought I was going to like her, she starts rambling about some nonsense like how crappy Mrs. Soandso is how cute whatshisface is or how terrible school lunch is.

I mean I can agree with the last one but why can no one just walk in silence except for me.

"And then I was like 'well I know where you can put it up your...'"

I interrupted her "Well, I'm going to quick run to the bathroom I'll meet you at the table okay?" And gave her the most convincing smile I could muster.

"Lol okay, don't be too long I have to finish my story"

I can't wait. I stepped into the bathroom and stared into the mirror and studied my features, I have poop-brown hair with dead blue eyes, stupid chapped lips and an ugly chin, beautiful right, I almost scoffed at my own sarcasm. When I thought that the about 34 seconds I was in there was enough, I opened the bathroom door, made sure she was gone, and walked to the library to finish homework.

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I was quietly munching on my sandwich and about to glare at the librarian for the 74th time, because no matter how ironic this may seem, she was being the loudest person in the library. On the phone in the library, I thought about going up there and telling her to shut up myself when HE walked in like he owned the place. Not just any HE it was the one and only Luke something Anderson, the most attractive guy in 11th grade (at least in my perspective) and the biggest crush I have ever had.

Luckily I was sitting at one of the back tables so he hadn't seen me drop part of my sandwich right on my lap. Smooth, Maison, smooth. Today was just not my day. As I was cleaning up my little sandwich mess on my BLACK jeans I hadn't noticed Luke sit 2 tables away from me. Now to you this might be like, whatever no big deal 2 tables aka super far away, but to me, we'll let's just say I'm too young to get a heart attack.

Just as I was starting to calm myself down the bell rang. I scurried up dropping my big ol' Chem book with probably the loudest noise I've ever heard oh my gosh this is not my day. I hurriedly grab my other things and start to reach for my Chem book when I turn around and HE is standing right there inspecting the cover.