Canadian Kisses

A Normal Day

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Daniella.

Reign.

As every other day started. Mine started with the sun rising, as usual. For every other person, this would be magnificent to witness the sun rising and look forward to a new day. For me, I hated every single morning, I hate every single soul...maybe even mine. I just feel like ending my life. If I do I know people will call me selfish, freak and all other names, but the real selfish thing is letting a poor soul live.

I'm actually quite happy when I'm alone. I'm lost in my own mental thoughts; with nobody judging me. That's what I want to be, left alone.

I heard shuffling from the other side of my bedroom door. This made me to sit upright, it's obviously my parents. They come to check on me if I'm too quite. If I'm too 'quite' they'll think I'm killing myself.

"Reign, why are you so quiet in there?. You have to get ready for school." The voice of my mother came from the other side of the room.

I immediately shoot out of bed. Making sure my footsteps can be heard. I walk over to my full length mirror and take a long grasp of how I look. I'm average. I'm not like a beauty queen and I'm not unbelievably ugly. I'm just average.

Still standing in front of the mirror. I ruffle my sandy brown hair. It's not all the time I wear tank tops and booty shorts to sleep but I feel comfortable when I'm on my own. If only I could feel comfortable all the time.

I don't bother taking a shower this morning. I just put on some black leggings with a grey hoodie, and plain joggers. That's it.

"Morning Mum" I say forcing a smile trough as I walk downstairs.

She glances up at me from the kitchen, noticing my presence. I notice her eyes scanning up and down my outfit, not disapprovingly. "Morning Reign" She smiles genuinely before continuing making her pancakes.

Picking up my bag I walk to the front door and pause for a second. "Tell dad, I said morning."

My mother turns her full body attention to me looking slightly confused "Aren't you staying for breakfast?."

I shake my head no and head out into the snow. It's Canada of course it's snowing. Even with the slights Suns presence it still snows. I always dreaded driving to school. I always dreaded school.

Once I get to the school, there aren't many people so I gather myself and my things into the library. The librarians should recognise me by now, I come here all the time. I don't really have friends, I only have one friend. His name is Talon Flint, my only friend. Talon's a nerd from my perspective, he loves chess, all things computer and he even loves learning.

I thought I would stick out my last year of highschool without friends but then he came into view. Talon isn't my best friend, he's my comforter more like.

I lodged myself in one of the corners near the bookshelves, the one close to the heater. Our schools library is very massive, storing books you never knew existed. It's very bright with lots of welcoming posters. It's sickening.

Just then I see Ciara and Genesis walk in. The two bitches of the school. They're as fake as fake gets. Ciara, the blonde bimbo with icy blue eyes. And Genesis the brunette with melty brown saucer eyes. They walked past the bookshelf where I sat in. But I know they noticed me.

And surely enough, they did notice me.

Ciara back tracks sashaying over to me, followed by Genesis. Their bold figures hovering over me. I still sat where I sat while Ciara tapped her pink heels gently on the ground.

"Yes?" I ask them, what can I make of their acquaintance.

Ciara raises and eyebrow, giving me a sly smile. She turns her head to Genesis and snickers. Ciara then turns her attention back to me. "What is an ugly freak like you hiding in the corner for?" She pouts her lip before continuing "Oh wait, that's where ugly freaks like you belongs."

Genesis laughs at Ciara statement. I can tell Genesis is the sidekick already. They both wore long sleeved tank tops and high waisted skirts with tights, just different colours. They both don't care about the cold, they only care if they look stylish and slutty.

"If you'll excuse me I have better things to do than be associated with barbies"I stand, picking up all my belongings and walking past them.

I'm about twenty feet away from them before Genesis calls out "Are you going to hang yourself?, Freak"

Gladly.