Hard To Believe

Chapter 1- First Day

*BEEP* *BEEP* I was awoken by the loud and alarming alarm sound, 'what a beautiful day!' I thought to myself and rolled out of bed and skipped to my mirror, looking fresh as ever! I simply can't wait for grade 10 to start and I have a completely new start at my new high school!

       Well that's how I expected to act for the first day of high school, all 'happy go lucky' and stuff like that but I guess that's not the case right now. Currently after pressing the snooze button for 5 times and being disturbed by that annoying, loud and ear- piercing alarm, I finally got up. As I walk to my mirror to check out if I look fresh like a daisy, I'm encountered to an ugly rat with drool coming out of its mouth and hair looking like a birds nest. I was about to scream as loud as I can and run for my life, but then I noticed I already reached the mirror, I was looking at my reflection. Great, just great (note the sarcasm).

      As much as I hate to admit, I'm really nervous for today. It's my first day of grade 10 . After grade 9, I had to move in the summer due to the death of my mom because of cancer, my dad and I moved to my dad's friend's vacant house. After my mom's death, my dad wasn't very social, and we would barely meet during the days due to our different timings. I missed my mother a lot and she would always tell me "At some point you have to remember that some people stay in your heart, but not in your lives", the moment she died was when I understood that quote. I learned to deal with my emotions and memories connected to my mom, and the topic doesn't really trigger me that much anymore.

      Anyways, we were talking about school. Moving places really didn't bother me that much because I barely had any friends, I was outgoing and fun, I think... I never really had the chance to discover that topic yet considering the fact that I didn't have many friends.

       So finally after I got all the so-called courage left in me I decided on what I was gonna wear. For many girls, choosing your outfit was very important, even more important than eating, but for me that wasn't the case. I didn't care about anything literally to this point. Anyways I got into my lucky old hoodie with my fave black sweatpants. Ughhhh I hate brushing my hair as the matter in fact I wanna get rid of my hair. YESSSSS I'll be balllddd. That would make life easier.

      Finally after tying my stupid hair in this messy bun (very messy bun). I went downstairs. My dad was quiet as usual but you wouldn't blame him. He was cooking some pancakes and making some banana smoothies, yummy. I'm pretty sure I would rather be a homeless person selling drugs for a living but ever since my mom left I have to make my dad proud so maybe, just maybe he would be the same funny o'l pops. OMG I just realized I'm gonna be late. Without finishing my pancakes I ran off to school. Well the whole run there was pretty nerve wrecking. I miss my old school. Or do I. I hate my life right now.

      I got to school and saw so many people. Ew. I ran so fast I actually made it there on time. "Oh she's pretty," "He's hot," "those brows on fleek," "those pants are like really fugly," "that's a cute top," these weren't the kids around me, this was me judging people in my head- nothing new.

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Hey Guys! So sorry for the short chapter, and we know the story seems a little off, but we promise it gets good, from like chapter 9 lol, but this was a school project that my partner Bukhtavar and I decided to do. We're just normal 14 year old girls writing as book and hope fully you guys like it!

Feel free to leave comments and feedbacks to help us make the experience for you and us better, thank you so much for staying for the chapter, hopefully we can make it together through the next ones. Updates will be fast as the story has already been written. Once again, thank you and please help us get this book to be noticed! Thanks!

Love, 

Komal & Bukhtavar