Deafening

Chapter 2

I see the blaring lights of my alarm clock. I groan.

Why?

I'm not ready. Emotionally, Mentally, and Physically.

I'm going to die if I get up from this bed.

Is that a believable enough explanation for not wanting to spend seven hours a day, five days a week, in hell?

Maybe if I ignore it like it is not happening, it will go away.

No. No. No. NO.

Cue mental breakdown, oh wait it has already started.

Ugh, fine. I guess I'll go this one time.

It took all of my will power, but I managed to get up. Let's just say I'm not a morning person. I walk out of my room, trying to be quiet. Or at least as much as I can, considering I can't hear how loud I am. I look at my sister, Miya's room. Miya wouldn't be getting ready with me this morning, but instead getting ready with a roommate across the country in Boston. I don't blame her for wanting to leave. I guess it is nice though because I get to have the bathroom to myself.

I start the shower. I stare at myself in the mirror before I get in. I look at my milk chocolate like skin. My dark brown hair that falls in tight ringlets. My brown eyes, that are almost, but not quite, a Carmel. My full pink lips. My long tall body with slight curves. I wasn't thick, but I wasn't a twig either. I finally take off my clothes, and get in, because the mirror fogged up. I let the water rush over my body. I sit in the water for as long as possible, before I finally have to get out.

I put on my regular, basic clothes, because I like to set my attractive level low, so people don't expect TOO much from me the rest of the year. By this point most people don't really care. That is how you can tell the difference between freshmen, and seniors. Well, then again, I didn't really try freshmen year either.

I am wearing a simple black t-shirt, that says "I don't care", and a pair of shorts. Hopefully my teachers would get the message. I also had, my same white converse that I've had from the beginning of freshmen year. I put my hair in a simple messy bun with the occasional  curl falling out, put on makeup, and I'm ready to go.

I grab my bag and go down stairs. I peek around the corner, checking to make sure my dad wasn't on the couch. Once I know he isn't there, I start the coffee pot and pour myself cereal. Oh's cereal to be exact. I would just like to add how unappreciated this cereal really is. I sit at the table and finish it quickly, and take my coffee to go and get into my car, slugger.

I head over to Rylie's house. I send Rylie and Oli a quick text, telling them I'm there. They walk out, not much later. Now for the moment I have been dreading most. We head to school. That word sends chills up and down my back. The drive seemed to have been seconds before we reached Hell.

I reach the big brick building. It had the faint words painted across the top, Highland High school. I look at the gray sky that seemed to replicate how I was feeling. I feel you sky, I feel you. Though it wasn't uncommon for gray skies in Washington. I still felt like it was God's way of telling me that school really was hell.

I quickly find a parking space. We walk up to the school and hangout in the courtyard at the front of the school for a while. I look around at all of the freshman's excited faces, the less excited sophomore and junior's faces, and the completely done faces of the seniors. I also notice people talking frantically already. This is strange, because all the drama starts at the very least, after first period. Getting curious I decide to use one of the acquired talents of the deaf, lip reading.