Ch. 1
"Your Betrayal" that's the song that wakes me at 7am. The song that tells me the day I've dreaded has finally come. HighSchool. Freshman. First Day.
I try to think of a creative way to get out of today... Nothing. Of course. Even if it was to save my life, I would never be able to think.
Olliver would be able to. Olliver seemed to know everything. We're doing marching band together. Took me forever to convince him though! Olliver and I do everything together, except shower. That's a gross thought! Sure I love the kid, but i've never seen him NAKED! And I don't want to! Anyways, back to marching band. Olliver didn't want to at first, "Marching band is stupid" or "I'm not good enough at trumpet to do that!" (which is a COMPLETE lie! He beat me at chair tests all year... last year!) It took me all of 8th grade year, but I finally convinced him! We've been practicing all summer, preparing for the first game!
All of this runs through my head, as I stumble out of bed, to head downstairs, to
"Goodmorning Sweetheart" mom says half-heartedly as I trudge into the red kitchen.
"hey mom" I give her a forced smile, hoping she doesn't say anything else. But being the woman she is, she does!
"are you excited for today?" A white smile spreads across her tan face. Her hazel eyes tell me she wants me to say 'sure.' I hate it when she gives me that look!
"yeah mom, totally, Olliver and I both are" I hate lying to my mother, she knows I am because I keep brushing my wavy brown hair behind my ears.
"sweetie there's no need to be scared!" she says like she cares, but I know she doesn't.
"i'm not scared!" I snap back at her. I feel horrible I did that, but she knows i'm not scared. I don't get scared about first days! I made it in kindergarden and 6th grade! What makes 9th any different? Nothing that's it! My mom gets up to leave. She exits the kitchen without another word. I want to tell her i'm sorry, but i don't have time! It's already 7:15 and my bus gets here at 7:30! 15 minutes to get changed and do my hair, no makeup. I don't like that stuff! I dump my bowl of froot loops into the garbage disposal, and head back upstairs, to my room. I grab my purple skinnys, my fave pair of pants! I dig through my drawers for my 'Bullet For My Valentine' Tee. I can't find it! I haven't worn it recently, where could it be? Then it hits me. Bryn. That little rat hid my shirt from me! Of course! I run to her room, across the hallway, and burst into it. She's gone. Middle school starts earlier than last year. I go to the spot she always hides my stuff at. In her bra/underwear/sock drawer. She doesn't realize that I know where the hiding spot is. When something not that important to me is taken, I pretend I don't know where it is. I act like a blond, and I must be pretty darn good at it cause she doesn't know I'm acting.
I throw my shirt on and put on my deo. for my B.O., pull up my wavey, brown hair in a purple scrunchie. I leave my 'already straightened' bangs down. Grab my Hello Kitty socks, Vans, and Spongebob bookbag and heada down the stairs,
Crap I think. I forgot my phone! I run back up and grab it. Then I dash out the door and see Olliver already at the stop. I put on my shows and snicker,
"What?" Olliver asks, as if he didn't know. Now I'm full out laughing. "Well, what's so funny?"
"Well, what's funny is that our outfits are the same!" I point out to him that we both have purple skinnys, Bullet For My Valentine tees, and Vans. His brown eyes look me up and down and finally comprehends what I'm saying.
"Oh yeah, we do match!" He starts laughing his deep laugh I loves so much.
"Yeah." I say grinning like a fool. Olliver is the kind of guy who looks birdy in skinnys. Nice filled legs, broad sholders, muscular tummy, and the birdyest hair EVER! (oh and the whole birdy and birdyest is mine and Ollivers way of saying 'rad' or 'epic' or 'squirrly') Anyway his hair is brown, like mine, and goes down right below his eyebrows. (so he's always doing that flippy thing) It veers off to the left and looks like it has layers.
"So Evaline, what took you so long to get here?" he asks. Why is he actng so clueless? It's the same reason I'm late for everything!
"Bryn. She took my shirt before I came alive this morning!" I say with a sarcastic tone and point to my shirt. As soon as I get done with my last word, the bus whips around the corner and pulls to a hault in front of us. Where will I sit? I think to myself. I'll sit by Olliver. No one can change my mind on that. Olliver is my best friend and I could care less what the old hags thinks.
We walk down the asile, not caring about the stares that come upon us. We take ouor seat in the middle and head to Alpine High School, with many laughs and a few comments back and forth. In no time we pull into the bus loop and wait for the bell to ring.
Then it does, and I'm in the front doors of the high school. I lean over to Olliver and whisper "Here we go."
