Trapped

Chapter 1

Violet POV

As I look into the mirror on my vanity, I took note at how highly tired I was just from the way I looked. This is just what I was afraid of.

Granted, I was up until three in the morning going over my biology notes, but I didn't appreciate the black bags that sagged under my eyes anyway.

Grunting, I applied a considerable amount of concealer on them, vanishing about four hours of sleep loss along with it. I then applied some foundation and a line of brown eyeliner. I found that it matched perfectly with my blue eyes. I actually quite liked my eyes, they're from my dad's side, my mom's were green, they were a pretty green nonetheless but I definitely suited the blue better.

I lightly brushed the mascara on my eye lashes before turning my attention to my hair.

I took down my thick brown hair from the high pony tail it had been in all night and analyzed it. It was long, thick, and straight. There's a shocker.

I have pretty much given up on my hair looking anything but this, so it was nothing new.

I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put on deodorant and body spray before throwing on skinny jeans and a nice floral tank top.

"Violet, lets go!" My mother called from down stairs.

I went back into my room, collected my bag and all of last night's biology notes before running down the stairs.

"Morning" I mumbled taking a muffin off of the counter. My mother responded,

"Good morning, you ready for your test?" meanwhile my dad just grunted as he was reading the paper in his casual clothes.

My mother has worked at this publishing business for the past twenty something years, meanwhile my dad works with his business mostly from the home computer. It was nice seeing him everyday but I do wish my mom could be here more as well.

I rolled my eyes to her question,

"Yes, didn't you hear my silent cries of studying torture at three a.m.?" I asked, teasing her. She just sighed and placed her hands on her hips, not even smiling to that remark. 

Well I thought it was funny.

"Violet, it is your senior year. If you want to be a chemist of any kind then you need to step up your game, you are almost halfway through your first semester also." She lectured. Don't get me wrong, I love school, really, but she seems to be forgetting something,

"Mom, I have been on the high honor role since like birth, I'm on the honorable mentions list, not to mention me taking college level classes last year and this one."

She waved it off and started typing on her phone, not wanting to continue the conversation we have been having for years. I give both of them quick goodbyes before stepping outside and starting my car.

about fifteen minutes later I park in the school parking lot and make my way through the crowds of people. Trying to walk through all these people who seem to have no knowledge of what a hallway really is for is exhausting and I silently pray that graduation day will come sooner.

I pass the honer role list and see my name at the top. I stop by here often to look at it, its not because I am full of myself, because i'm really not. Its just a nice reminder sometimes that all this hard work is actually paying off for something.

I turn into my homeroom class and plop down into my seat, re-reading my notes, again. I knew the information, but I might as well look it over once more.

I get lost with the time and before I know it, I look up to see the whole class standing up for the pledge of allegiance. I follow suit then stuff my notes into my bag. Then came the morning announcements. I wasn't really paying attention until I heard, 'Senior trip' . That's when my ears perked up.

"The senior trip this year will be an all day trip, it will be at the Radley Museum of Fine Arts!" The women said way too excitedly for a Monday morning, "Its this Friday, free of charge thanks to your four years of incredible founding, mostly thanks to Violet Shoemaker!" I feel all eyes on me in my homeroom, some of them mouthing, 'good job' others are just too tired to do or say anything.

I groan inwardly, out of all the places I funded that money for, this is what was chosen? I would rather go to school then that trip. 

I walked out into the hallway to first period when I felt someone bump hips with me. I looked over to my right to see Ryan Howling grinning down at me. I returned the smile immediately. 

One of Ryan's friends told me last year that Ryan had a huge crush on me. I felt the same way about him so I reacted fine to it. Neither of us have asked each other out though, we just constantly flirt and to be honest I don't mind right now. 

"Hey Violet, how was your weekend? I'm guessing studying till day break right?" He chuckled. Ryan was tall. Like 6'2. He was really tan, nice light brown hair with light green eyes. Practically every girl was in 'love' with him at one point or another, so I have no idea why he flirts with me so much, he has so much option.

"Ugh, I honestly thought you couldn't tell" I said hiding the bags under my eyes that were apparently visible.

He stopped me with his arm, smirking,

"No, I just meant that's what you usually do over a weekend. Don't worry, I think you look just as hot as usual" He responded then started turning a corner, winking at me before he was out of sight.

I smiled and shook my head. I was about to turn into my classroom when he pulled me back out.

"Wait Violet! You gonna be my partner for the senior trip?" He asked me and i tilted my head in confusion,

"What?" 

"We have to have a partner, you know for the trip, so I was just-"

"No I mean like, you actually want to go?" I asked, interrupting him

"Um, yeah? Oh and I was thinking, you know maybe after, we could... go out to grab a bite?" He stuttered the last part out. I blushed hard and I knew he could see it, well I guess now I'll go?

"Sure, that sounds great" I smiled to him and he returned it.

"Awesome! Alright Ill let you take that biology test now" He laughed before walking away.

As I walked into the biology room i couldn't ignore the feeling that was pounding in my chest.

At first I thought it was nerves for the test and the date, but i couldn't stop the feeling that the date would never actually happen. Mostly because I can't remember the last time something really wonderful actually happened to me.

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