Surviving West Side Academy

Chapter 1 - I Will Survive

Chapter 1 - I Will Survive

At first I was afraid, I was petrified

Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side

And I spent so many night thinking how you did me wrong, 

And I grew strong, I learned how to get along. 

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Oh, no, not I, I will survive

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It took all the strength I had not to fall apart

Kept trying to mend the pieces of my broken heart

And I spent oh so many nights, just feeling sorry for myself

I used to cry but now I hold my head up high

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And I'll survive, I will survive, I will survive

[I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor]

"Mom, don't leave me. Please!" I begged, shaking her cold, lifeless body. I turned to my dad, who lay motionless on the hospital bed. "Dad! Please!"

Rick just sat next to me, face void of all emotion. I let the tears fall down my cheeks. I turned to my brother and hugged him. Hugged him with all the life left in me. I buried my face into his chest and cried. 

I woke up with jolt. I sniffed. I hadn't realized that I had been crying while I was sleeping. I got up and went into the bathroom of my dorm room. Yuna's still asleep to I shut the door quietly. I put the toilet seat down and sat on it, letting the water works flow. 

That was the last time I had cried in front of people. That was the last time I ever saw my parents.

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"Yuna. Yuna, wake up. Yuna!" I shook Yuna. Damn, this girl slept like a freaking log! "YUNA!"

"Whoa! Where is it?!" Yuna fell on the ground, looking around franctically for something. 

"Where is what?" I asked, my brows scrunched in confusion. 

"The fire," she said, confused that she hadn't seen the curtains on fire or anything. I laughed at her. She looks so cute with her hair all messed up like that. Makes me want to just pinch her cheeks. No, I am not lesbian. Yuna's my best friend and she's practically like the sister I never had. 

"Silly," I said, chucking her uniform in her face. "Go get dressed. You're going to be late, if you sit there any longer looking for a nonexistent fire."

Her eyes widened and she scurried into the bathroom. Being the Class President, she doesn't want to set a bad example of being late. It's weird that Yuna, the out-spoken, I-don't-care-about-anything girl, is scared of being late. I, on the other hand, am not out-spoken. In fact, I'm more of a closed mouth person and the kind that you take one look at and start jeering at. 

Yes, I do live with my aunt who's freaking rich. She doesn't give us allowance and she treats us like shit. I'm sorry, but that's the truth. She lets Rebecca have these craaazy parties and Rick and I end up having to clean the aftermath. When we get back home for the holidays, we're always the ones cleaning the house, despite the mass number of servants Aunt Christy has. I think I have an idea as to why she treats me like this.