Chapter 1
Rrrriiiinnnggg. Rrrriiiinngggg. I jumped out of bed at the sound of my alarm. Sitting up, I took a few moments to calm myself. I always did this. Groaning, I tiredly rubbed my eyes and then shot up realizing it was the first day of my senior year. A sloppy smile made its way to my face. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. I had already picked out my outfit last night, it was simple, nothing too much. Just a floral skirt with a white short sleeved shirt. I threw my hair up in a ponytail so it was out of my face since it was so hot. I drew on a simple cat eye to bring out my dark brown eyes and some lip gloss. All done. I grabbed my stuff and hopped downstairs. I was really hoping this year would be a lot better. I mean, I had a amazing high school experience so far. I had wonderful friends, passing grades and had my career planned out. I was content with everything in my life... But my parents weren't exactly on the same page. More like my mom. She never allowed me to go out unless she called every twenty minutes (which would drive you crazy, I promise you). I never understood why. She never tried to connect with me or understand me. I tried to reason with her and compromise but nope. Always her way. And thats how it worked for all 16 years of my life. Don't get my wrong, she was an amazing mother and I still loved her to death, I just wish she'd try and hear me out once, ya know? I tried to push these thoughts away and start the day with a positive attitude. I saw her in the kitchen getting ready for work and my dad in his bank attire. My mom worked as a therapist and didn't really have a specific work frame, just whenever she had appointments.
“Goodmorning mom.” I said cheerfully, placing a kiss on her cheek.
“Goodmorning love! You seem to be in a good mood this morning.” She said, not looking up.
“Well duh! Its my last first day of school!” I grabbed a apple and started munching on it.
“What are you wearing? What have I told you about white shirts, Rose?”
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. “I've worn a tank top underneath mom. Don't worry.” I looked up at her then to my dad who had his eyes glued to the morning news.
“Throw it away when you get home.”
“Mom!” I stared at her in disbelief.
“Rose, its too early in the morning to be arguing.”
“No, you know what? If I want to wear this shirt I WILL. And im NOT going to throw it away. Have a good day at work.” I grabbed my keys and walked out the door, ignoring her completely.
I slammed the door behind me and rushed to get behind the wheel. I quickly pulled out and made my way to school. So much for a positive attitude. I was still shocked at my outburst. I had never spoken to my mom like that but...it felt good. I felt relieved for the first time, like I might've actually been able to get my point across. I smiled at myself proudly. You go Rose, I thought to myself. I pulled into the school parking lot, looking forward to all my classes and just excited for the day to start. I cut off the engine and grabbed my bag. As soon as I got out I heard a familiar voice shout my name.
“ROSE!” I turned my head in the direction and smiled wide.
“Jose!” I opened my arms for a hug. Jose has been one of my really good friends since my freshmen year. He knew all about my mom and how she ruled my life. It started when he asked me out to homecoming and the night my mom yelled and screamed at me saying to never ask her to go out to a party or dance. I never questioned her being the good daughter I am, keeping quiet and followed all the rules.
As soon as Jose pulled away, I was pulled into a another strong pair of arms. By the cologne I could already tell it was James.
“Hey James.” I smiled goofily at him, James was like an older brother. Always looking out for me and standing up for me.
