Lost, Fierce, and Broken

Chapter 1

Summer. So many things come to mind when people say just one word. What comes to my mind? Well let me think for a minute, lots of things. Summer, freedom (not the kind of freedom you are probably thinking of. The freedom I am thinking of is an escape from man kind), running endlessly in the hot sun, and most of all I don't have to deal with anybody from school.

Now readers are you listening? Yeah, you guys that are huddled on this imaginary story and hopefully as hooked on my life as I am stuck in my life. Well, let me just give you a background  story about my life. Hi, my name is Cora. I am eighteen years old. I am the loner of the school, yeah I know I don't have any friends, but honestly it's better that way. I will usually just push people away that try to get close to me anyways. I get bullied, but I've learned to push through it. I'll be gone at the end of the year anyways, so who cares. I live with my aunt and uncle in a pretty large house. My uncle is not the nicest to me, but whatever I manage.

Today is the last day of summer, what a bummer. I really don't want to go to school tomorrow because I don't want to associate with people. I would rather just sit in my room with a good book, my computer, and then later on in the day go for a run. Gosh just thinking about running makes my legs itch to go. I know, what a dork, who likes running? I get out of my bed as I am thinking of all of these thoughts and start to change into running clothes. I pull a tank top and shorts on then run down the stairs to get my shoes. I quickly slip my shoes on and head on out the door.

I am immediately hit with the nice summer breeze that is soon going to come to an end. After a couple of stretches, I look back at my house just to make sure I close it all up. Once I double check that, I put my right foot in front of my left foot and start to run down my driveway. The wind feels like it automatically picked up. Good, that way it wont feel as hot during my run.

Green, brown, blue, yellow are just a few colors that I manage to see through my eyes. There are so many trees out by the sidewalk and in peoples yards. I wish I was a tree. I would get to change colors, I wouldn't have to talk to anyone, and most importantly I could just be me. I was thinking about trees so much that I didn't realize until I fell on the ground that I hit something or more like someone as I look up for my spot on the ground.

"Hey are you okay?" the stranger asked me. Uh oh stranger danger, my mom use to always tell me. My breathing picks up and I feel like my heart is going to burst. I must look like a complete idiot to this guy standing in front of me with his hand out.

I look at his hand, then his face. I repeat this process twice before I finally get the courage to ignore his hand and push myself back up on my own two feet by myself. That's the way it will always be anyways. Getting back on my feet by myself. "I'm fine. I have to go" I mutter out as I look anywhere, but his face and run in opposite direction that I was going.

Once I think I get far enough, I look behind me to see the guy still staring at me. Look away! I mentally shout at him. It doesn't reach his mind though, like I would have liked. So, I turn around and run even faster away.

I make it back to my house in record time. I open the side door from the garage that connects to our kitchen.

"Hey Cora! How was your run?" Aunt Rebecca asks me with a smile beaming from her face.

"Great. The weather is really nice today" I reply back with a smile.

"Yes it's supposed to storm later though. So, I suggest not running again later in the afternoon." She replies back. Oh shit. A storm. I guess I won't be getting any sleep tonight. Ugh! Tomorrow is the first day of senior year though!

"Oh? Really? I didn't know." I give her a questioning look. "Do you know when it's supposed to start?" I look at the clock in the kitchen. 4:07pm.