Away

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3;

It's been two weeks since my mishap, and my ankle feels a tad bit better. It was hard hiding it, so eventually I came home from school one day and told my dad.

"Dad, I hurt my ankle in gym playing volleyball." I said at the dinner table. He got on his worried parent look and came to my aid.

"Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Get in the car, I'm taking you to the ER! DID YOU JUST HEAR ME RHYME, TAYLOR?!" Yep, that's my father.

"Relax, dad. I'm not dying, and yes. I am aware of your rhyme." I gave him my million dollar smile so he believed I wasn't in too much pain, however I would be lying if I said my ankle has felt much better over the two weeks. Landon rolled his eyes, taking another bite of his hamburger. You see, Landon already knew I hurt my ankle. I wasn't exactly planning on telling him, but three days after the incident he walked in my room when I just so happened to have my sock off. I tried to play it cool saying it was the lighting in my room, and when he didnt believe me I told him it was stage makeup because I was helping out with the school play.

But my brother isn't dumb and I gave him a very vivid answer to my hurt ankle, saying I tripped walking back to my car at school. I made him swear to Spongebob he wouldn't tell dad so he wouldn't go all crazy over me.

So, I got away with limping around the house as freely as I choose, AND made dad promise not to make me a doctors appointment because I said I was just making a big deal out of nothing.

I would count this as a very successful night.

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Falling, falling, falling. I was falling down, fast and hard. I couldn't breathe. I was drowning, looking to the surface from underneath the deep, murky water. I tried yelling for help, screaming! But all that did was make me lose all oxygen in my body. I was drowning, dying.

I awoke screaming until I found myself just in my purple room. I sat up and put my hands to my face. Looking at my digital clock beside my bed, it was past my usual wake up time. Waaaaay past. Shit!

I got in my shower quick and rinsed my hair and washed my body. I only had a good ten minutes to get ready, so when I got out of the shower I put on my makeup, eyeliner and mascara and threw on a pair of dark washed skinny jeans and a red softball tee-shirt from districts two years ago.

I put on my favorite pair of grey boots and brushed my hair before running downstairs to grab an apple to go.

Landon was riding the bus once again, due to his friend or whatever, so all that was left to do was drive my baby to school. My car is an old blue Toyota (secondhand) named Rocky, but we sometimes call her The Rock. She got her name because whenever I drive up a gravel road its as if we are taking a ride through hell.

Rocky has no control whatsoever. Shaking and turning lefts and rights without me stearing it, its crazy.

I put her in reverse and pulled out of my driveway. It was 7:48, so I made pretty good time. I pulled into the school parking lot and parked next to my best friend, Kayla. She was sitting on the hood of her car with a big smile plastered across her face. She enlaced me to a big hug when I stepped from my car.

"Woah, Kayla what's up?" She released me and grabbed both of my shoulders with her perfectly manicured hands.

"Avery Montgomery and Kalista Klaus broke up last night!" Lemme explain for you, Avery and Kalista were the "it" couple at our school. The perfect popular couple.

They had a relationship going on for about 8 months, which was pretty big because they were both players who got what they wanted. Avery was your typical football, baseball star while Kalista wouldn't touch anything related to sports. (Well, besides Avery anyways....)