Sing

Two

Two:

I woke up to my alarm clock shrieking in my ear. With a loud gasp, I shut it off and threw it under the bed while I buried my face into my pillow. That thing was going to kill me.

I got up, and rubbed my eyes. I looked out the window the reveal the sane kind of day as yesterday. Gloomy and foggy and now, frost veiled my window. I walked to the bathroom, and took a quick shower, not getting my hair wet. Then I dried off my body and walked back into my room.

I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a different one out of my dresser, and then pulled a random shirt over my head. I looked down to see it was a KISS tee shirt my dad had gotten me when went to one of their concerts.

I pulled on some black socks followed by my blacked out Converse. Then I walked back into the bathroom. I straightened my hair and my bangs, letting my bangs fall back onto the right side of my face and over my forehead. I did a quick thing of eyeliner around each eye and then brushed my teeth before I walked back into my room again.

I found my black zip-up hoodie and put it on. It was warm and smelled good to me. I found my Batman SnapBack and put it on, adjusting it till it sat right on my head and then I threw books into my book bag then threw the bag onto my shoulder as walked down to the kitchen.

I ate a muffin and fed my dogs before snapping a quick picture for my MySpace and posting it. Then I pushed my phone into my back pocket and left leaving the house, pushing my hands into my jacket.

It wasn't as cold today. Still chilly, but warmer. The sun was almost completely out. I continued down the sidewalk to the bus stop, my headphones in.

Once I reached it, I turned my music up more and stood near a fence while I waited with the other people for the bus. A car drove pass, some dark grey minivan, and I looked at the driver out of curiosity, and was almost shocked when I noticed who it was. That guy from science.

The bus came about five minuets later. It pulled to a screechy stop near the curb and then the bus driver opened the doors. I got in after everyone else.

"Good morning, Sky," the bus driver said. I nodded.

"Morning." I never said good morning. Because you didn't know if it would be a good morning or a bad morning.

I sat five seats away from the bus driver and turned my music up. I looked out the dirty window while the bus driver drove closer to hell with every passing second.

By the time I had to get off, I was already preparing myself for the day ahead. As I got off and started walking up the sidewalk, I had already decided how my day would go. Get in, get out. Alive.

I walked in and went to my locker. No one but me was on that walkway, except one girl clutching her books to her chest as she ran off to her class. I turned the corner to my locker. I opened it, and stopped when a piece of paper fell out. I picked it up and read the words.

Go kill yourself

EMO Go cut yourself.

FAG

Your a FREAK

Well this is new. I usually got these in handmade posters on my locker. Well, that was actually one other time. This is second time I've gotten messages like this.

I bit down hard on my lip in anger and then ripped the paper it half and threw it behind me. I grabbed my binder out of my locker before slamming it shut and turning to walk down the sidewalk. This was nothing new. I made sure no teachers were around as I turned down the sidewalk and walked away from the school, heading for the my a place away from there.