Let the Tears Fall

Chapter One

I woke up that morning, feeling the same as every other morning; groggy, sad, misunderstood, invisible. The voices of my parents' fighting filled the house. Groaning, I got out of bed, stumbling to my closet. I yanked the door open and grabbed out a pair of dark jeans and a light pink tank top. I quickly dressed, then added a black jacket on top of my tank top and zipped it up half-way. I put on my old pink flip flops and ran to the bathroom to put on my makeup and brush my hair and teeth.

I grabbed my brush and ran it through my long, silky dark brown hair. There were hardly any knots in it. I put on black eyeliner and mascara, then put on dark brown eyeshadow. I stared in the mirror at my reflection, at my face that seemed to always look sad. I was 5'5, i had clear blue eyes, and long, dark brown hair that fell to my waist. I was pretty pale, and i was slightly overweight.

My name is Clara and i'm sixteen years old. I live in a small town in New Jersey. My parents fight all of the time, and a lot of the time I have to take care of my five year old little sister, Olivia. The one person who is always there for me and who I tell everything too is my grandma Rose, but she lives in Indiana, which is twelve hours away from New Jersey, and that's without trafic.

I sighed and ran out of my room, into Olivia's room. She was still fast asleep, her light brown hair a mess around her pale face. I was surprised all the yelling from my parents didn't wake her, although I suppose you get used to it. I walked over to her and shook her with one hand.

"Olivia, wake up. You have to get ready for school." I soothed.

Her eyes began to open, and she looked up at me with big brown eyes and smiled.

"Clary," she used her nickname for me. "can I come to school with you today?" She chimed.

I laughed and shook my head. I walked over to her closet and grabbed a small pink shirt and light blue jeans. I helped her dress then checked the clock. I had ten minutes before I had to leave for school, or I would be late for chorus. I helped Olivia put on her pink sneakers and grabbed her princess backpack from the floor. Remembering I had to get my backpack, I ran back into my room and grabbed it.

Olivia called my name, then I heard the light sound of her running down the stairs. I ran after her. My mother looked up from the eggs she was making when she saw us, and smiled, mostly at Olivia. My mom had dark hair like me, but hers was cut short. She had brown eyes. I got my blue eyes from my father, and Olivia got her light brown hair from my father. I sat down at the round kitchen table next to my father, who had not glanced up from his newspaper, and my mom brought me and Olivia eggs. As I ate my eggs, I noticed that my dad looked angry, and my mom looked upset, even though she smiled at us.

"Clara, go to school." My dad comanded.

"She still has a few minutes, Joey. Let her finish her breakfast."

"She ate most of it and I don't want her to be late for school."

"Joey," My mom protested.

That's when I inturupted. "Mom, dad stop. What, are you guys going to get into a huge fight about something as stupid as if I should go to school now or not? I wouldn't be surpristed if you did. Just stop, okay?"

They both looked down, and Olivia just stared.

"Liv, I gotta go to school now. Have a good day, I'll see you later. Bye." And I left without another word.

I walked to school, my grey backpack on my back and my arms crossed. It was october, so it was starting to get cold out. I sighed when I saw my school ahead; it was not my favorite place to be. I didn't have much people to talk to here, I didn't have many friends;most people at my school thinks that i'm an emo freak because of my dark hair and dark makeup. I stopped when I reached the school and just stared. All of these kids, none of them had any idea what I lived with, what I wanted, what I liked, no one knew me. I barley knew me....