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~Chapter 1~

           "Haley! Wake up! Its after 7, Haley. HALEY GET UP NO-" My alarm clock- excuse me. I mean my little eight year old sister, yells at me while swatting me with a clothes hanger.

"Sam! Okay, okay! Stop! I'M UP!" I yell back and shoot up kicking the covers off.  She backs up and puts her hands on her little hips and watches like the little pain she is. She smirks slightly and races to the door of my room.

"Race you to the kitchen!"

"I'll let you get a head start.." I mumble half asleep and stretch standing up.            

                 I slide into the kitchen from around the corner and open the fridge glancing at the clock on the oven.  7:15.  Great. That's just wonderful.       I bite my lip and look in the fridge for some type of real food.. The only thing in this is a 12 pack of my moms beer, more alcohol, and.. Mini Pizzas which there's only so many of. I close the fridge door deciding I might as well just wait till lunch to eat at school.

                 Walking back down the hall I go in my room to try and make myself look somewhat decent in little time. I open my closet door searching for some clothes before grabbing a pare of blue jeggings and a Panic! At The Disco shirt. I close the door and start stripping down.

                   I throw on the hoodie I wear for every occasion and throw my crummy backpack over my shoulder, walking out of my room, down the hall, and right on time for the 7:20 bus.

"C'mon Sam, Bus is here!" I yell leaving the door open for when she was going to come out. 

"Coming! Don't leave without me!!" She yells back rushing to the door and shutting it quick before our moms loud chirpy little dog gets out.

"Wouldn't dream of it, baby sis." I say with sarcasm. Sarcasm is not  a skill I've taught her yet surprisingly...

               The bus rides aren't bad really. There's only a few people on this bus and they're either sleeping or like me, listening to music. I slide  in a seat and put my earbuds in my ears leaning against the cold window.     I try not to fall asleep knowing if I do I'll miss my stop and wont be able to get another one.   Studying on the trees on the side of the road I squint as the sun comes out and glares at me from behind this one huge tree. I sometimes imagine how life as a tree would be.  Kind of calm, yet scary.. One minute you're a baby tree grown from a single seed, water, light.. Then the next second you're getting taller and  taller until one day you're more than 20 ft tall.. Kind of like human life really. When you're growing up you have to watch all these bigger trees (people) pick on you, call you names, or just stand there with other people not even trying to intimidate you.. Yet... They still tend to somehow make you life... A little bit harder.. When you grow up into a bigger, better, stronger, tree. You're finally as big or taller than those other trees that hurt you or made you feel less..

              My thoughts are interrupted when we go over this HUGE bump in the road that I don't exactly remember from all of the other times I've road this bus.. Anyway, I hit my head against the window and wince in pain but kind of giggle at how stupid I was to put my head there. That's the thing. Everyone else is off being mad and cussing at the bus driver because of that one stupid bump in the road like he had control of it. I roll my eyes at the thought of how much a tiny bump in the road can cause such a huge problem to some people..

              The bus stops at the elementary school where little kids, including my sister get off.   I miss elementary school somewhat. We got to learn valuable stuff like how to color inside the lines, our multiplication tables, how to take regular naps after lunch.. It was all easy. Now here in 11th grade.. Not so much free time for "less valuable" lessons.                  The next stop we come to is the high school where I and about 3 freshmen get off and go in the building. .

               The day goes on, the same gossip goes through the halls, the bathrooms are swarmed with the same girls who talk about the same boys and put on the same lipstick that has that same smell. Nothing really goes on here. 

                The lunch bell rings and we all get up out of our seats in a hurry to get some food. Everyone's stomachs grumbling and yelling at them to get them some food as if saying "FEED ME,  FEED ME YOU IDIOT". I  remember I didn't eat breakfast which makes mine yell even louder.  

                 When we get to the lunch room I find my friend Rebecca. She's a nerdy black hared girl with big green eyes and a smile so shiny it could strike a single pole and fry it in seconds like lightning. 

"Hey Haley."   She says pushing up her big blue glasses.

"Hey Bec." that's the name I've called her for all the 4 years I've known this chicka.      

                   I realize I don't have money in my lunch account so basically I cant eat today, sadly.. No breakfast or lunch. Probably no dinner unless I grab something with Bec.

"Not eating?" she asks me.

"No money." I answer with a sigh. She rolls her eyes and smiles reaching in her backpack  and pulling out 10 dollars. "here.. take it. come back with at least some pizza." I try and convince her to keep it but she refuses to allow me to go without food.

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When the bus drops my sister and I off at our house we see our dads old beat up truck parked in the drive way which is really odd because... My parents don't talk at all anymore.. they've moved on. Onto their new drunken,  addict lives.  They don't need anyone but themselves now.. My mom needs her dog of course but. Other than that THEY ARE INDEPENDENT.

            

       "Hal, why is Daddies' truck here? We aren't supposed to go to his house until the weekend right?"

That's when they both come storming out of the house in an uproar of yelling and swearing at each other.  My mind is trained from when I was little to blur out the negative communication between people.. Like my parents for instance.  They loved each other while I was growing up.. Then when my sister was born when I turned 7.. They constantly would fight and my sister would come crying to me in the middle of the night asking me to make them stop when all I could possibly do was blank them out and take her with me to hide in the closet until they were done.   I never understood the reasoning behind all the conflict but.. I guess its just human nature right?

                 I grab my sisters hand and take her into the house without glancing at either of them. They don't notice as we sneak in and run upstairs to my room. I grip my bottom lip with my teeth like I use to when this kind of stuff would happen and hold my breath while I pray for them to stop.. For the sake of my little sister and I, I've learned not to get into it with my mom and dad. It's not even worth it anymore..

Wait... That's right. It isn't  worth it anymore. All those years of heartache and stress over my parents and conflict between stupid people!  I'm going to go  away for awhile. Let my family sort themselves out and maybe I could do the same.

I don't blow up. I don't get stressed. I don't get depressed.  And I defiantly

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