Don't Go....

Chapter 1: story of my life

"She paints her fingers with a close precision

He starts to notice empty bottles of gin

And takes a moment to assess the sins she's paid for

A lonely speaker in a conversation

Her words were swimming through his ears again

There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

Say what you mean

Tell me I'm right

And let the sun rain down on me

Give me a sign

I want to believe

Woah, Mona Lisa,!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I started off my senior year off singing 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa' at the top of my lungs and dancing around my room.

I danced into some skinny jeans and threw on a half-sleeved red plaid button up shirt, leaving it open and over a black tank top.

I grabbed my bag and went down stairs to have a quick breakfast before grabbing my car keys and driving to school. I was one of the fortunate people to have a parking spot up by the front of the school that wasn't teacher parking.

I headed through the crowded halls full of the freshmen who some thought they were all big and bad as other (shy ones) stayed to closer to the lockers, also passing sophomores who look bored as hell, juniors who looked happy to be halfway done and then there were the seniors. some are happy to be graduating, some sad about it, and some who were to pre-occupied being annoyed by the freshmen.

I walked into home room and went to sit with my best friend Libby.

"Hey Lewis" she greeted me with a smile.

"Hey Libbs. ready for another year with crazy Steve?"

we call our home room teacher crazy Steve because he is so paranoid about everything mainly in the alien and government department.

he also has phobias including heights, chickens, crowds and so on. they get pretty out there, but you get what I'm talking about right?

home room didn't last that long. we al just got our schedules and compared with friends as crazy Steve sat protected by his desk.

1st: history

2nd: art

3rd: English

4th: Math

5th: lunch/ free hall

6th: Science

Libby and I shared all but science together which means this year will be going by so much easier for me knowing I have my best friend in almost all of my classes.

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I had made it home before my mom had.

life story time.

I had the normal childhood upbringing I guess you could say. I had both parents, and an older brother (by two years) who teased yet loved me, nice 1 story house and so on up until I was 13.

things were highly stressed with now having two teenagers around the house and work and so on. they fought just about every night until a year later my brother ran away.

they ended up getting a divorce and I ended up moving in with my mom here in St. Louis, Montana.

of course my brothers situation and my parents divorce were hard on me. so I turned to music and so currently my walls are covered with different band posters and quotes and such.

now I am more into bands such as Bring me the Horizon and sleeping with sirens but i also go for Justin Timberlake.

here's the kicker. I still talk to my brother. a couple months after he left he started texting me but I had to keep it a secret from our parents cause he'd be in a crap ton of trouble as you could imagine.

it always helped to have him to talk to. i never had all those friends at school. sure they knew who I was and all but never close friends except for Libby.

I've dated now and then but nothing lasted over a couple weeks or so, nothing serious.

my mom decided to follow her passion and go into fashion with some of her friends that have made it big time. now she has me modeling and all and with that has came with popularity at school. I was forced into cheerleading by the preps and into their world.

such a shame sine I was perfectly fine and dandy in my own world and space.

but as junior year passed, I realized not all of them are all that bad. not that i hang with them, but they are good school friends.

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Libby lives next door to me and she comes over just about every single night.

tonight was no exception.

it has gotten to the point that she just about lives here and just walks in along wither own key.

she swung my door open

"my life is now officially a living hell" as dramatically said as she plopped down on the end of my bed.

" and why is this, this time princess?" I said with a grin quickly appearing on my face.

"my oh so lovely half brother is back from vacation and he is driving me crazy!"

I feel for my best friend.

her brother Connor is the top player of our school. he is outstandingly good looking, somewhat like a sex god, yet has the personality of a asshole.

such a waste. thank god he doesn't realize I exist for the most part.

most of the time I've been over with him there he acts like im invisible. great thing on my part since that means I don't have to deal with him in school. he is usually to busy with his targets. I swear his high school goal is to bang every female in the school

even the teachers probably...