Chpt. 2- I'm Still Finding My Way
Hi. My name is Diana Summers, and last year I tried to commit suicide. Both my mother and my father died on a plane crash. Since then I began having panic attacks, and anxiety. I now live with my grandmother in London and this year, I will be a freshmen at Mt.Ridge High school. I’m not here for your pity. I’m here to show you that suicide is never the answer. You’ll get through it and everything will be okay. I’m not weak, I’m still strong, and no one will bring my guard down, or so I thought.
My alarm blasted the irritating tune. My brain felt fuzzy, ouch. I opened my eyes, and immediately made the alarm clock my prey. I glared at it and told it, it was asking for a death sentence. I smacked the alarm clock to the ground and it finally shut off. Usually my mother would be the one to wake me up, with her sweet voice and delicate touches telling me it’s time to get up.
I stretched in my bed and saw a stream of sunlight coming in through the window. I hear the squirrels mocking me. Chuckling.
I check the alarm clock and realize it is already 6:55 and Mickey’s picking me up at 7:15. Most girls wake up super early to get ready and impress on the first day of school. But not me, I’m not like those girls. It’s a good thing I showered last night. I can’t bear showering in the morning, I mean it’s enough waking up!
I lazy rolled out of bed and slipped on my slippers. I walked over to the bathroom and heard my phone ring from my bed. It’s too early for calls. I kept walking to the bathroom and ran my hand through my hair.
I looked in the mirror and sighed, well let’s get started. I grabbed my purple tooth brush and I was relieved when the bristles and the tooth paste reached my teeth. I hate that warm feeling in your mouth when you don’t brush. I can’t stand it.
I brushed my hair and decided I’d fishtail it today. I think my hair looks really cool like that. My hair’s ombre so it looks pretty awesome with the two colors. I was satisfied with my hair and moved on to makeup. I applied some concealer under my eyes and on a blemish near my nose. Nobody’s perfect. I made a small wing with my eyeliner and lined my eyes. Now mascara! My personal favorite. I applied it neatly on my lashes and gave myself a nod at my decent appearance. Only ten minutes.
I rushed out to my room and grabbed my neon yellow top and threw that on. I slipped on my pair of dark wash skinny jeans. I raced over to my closet and slipped on my tan sperry’s. I grabbed my tan cross body bag and ran out the door. Forgot my phone. I ran back in grabbed my phone and saw I had a text from Destinee. A picture of a pink blouse and a white blouse.
Diana: Pink!
Destinee: Thanks! J xx
I carefully went down the stairs and saw it was now 7:10. My grandmother was already awake and sitting on her rocking chair knitting.
“Morning grams” I greeted. “Good morning honey. There’s a banana nut muffin and tea on the counter for you and Mickey” she said with a calming smile. I smiled back at her and began munching on my muffin. Crunchy on the outside, but soft and sweet on the inside. I took a sip of my tea, the warmth immediately spreading through my body. I hear a honking noise outside and I immediately knew it was Mickey.
“Bye Grandma” I said giving her a kiss on the cheek and taking the to- go cups and heading out the door. Forgot my phone. I turned around and grabbed my phone giving my grandma one last wave.
I speed walked over to Mickey’s car knowing how impatient he was. I opened up the door to his gray Honda and slipped in.
“Here you go” I said handing him his cup of tea.
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Diana - A 1D FanFic
FanfictionHi. My name is Diana Summers, and last year I tried to commit suicide. Both my mother and my father died on a plane crash. Since then I began having panic attacks, and anxiety. I now live with my grandmother in London. I'm not here for your pity...