Two of a Kind. . .

?????? P.O.V. ~

I'm fast asleep, dreaming of fantasies and life events that will never happen. I dream of these things until my alarm wakes me up. I stare hazily at the ceiling as my eyes open. I sit up slowly, my eyes fog up from the quick movement. I rub them to sooth the haze, and turn off my annoying alarm. "Today's my first day of school. . . I'm going to hate today. . ." I get up from my bed, and head to the shower, fumbling over anything in my path. I open the bathroom door and turn on the shower, getting sprayed with the unwanted cold water. I strip my clothes off myself, and check the temperature. "Perfect. . ." I step into the lovely, warm shower, and begin to sing "Battle Scars", by Guy Sebastian. I scrub the shampoo into my hair, letting the scent of lilac infect the strands of hair. I rinse the soap from my hair, and wash my body. When I finish my everyday process, and step out of the shower. I grab a towel and wrap it around my soaked body, then head to my room.

I scavenge through my clothes, finding one of my school uniforms. I change into my clothes, then look at my ratty, wet hair. "Gees, my hair looks awful, where's my hair brush?" I look around my dresser, looking under an old towel, and find it there. I begin to smoothly brush the knots from my bronze hair, catching my brush on a few tangles. When I finish, I grab my blow drier and continue until my hair becomes dry. I grab my bag, and head into the living room where my blessed mother has made me breakfast. "Good Morning, Sweetie! Are you excited about today?" Mother flashes me one of her famous big grins, and places my breakfast on the table. "Ecstatic. . ." I pick up my fork, and start on my eggs. "Oh, Come on, it'll be plenty of fun! You just wait!" She gives me another smile, and I smother one onto to my face as well.

I finish my breakfast, and place my dishes in the sink. "Mother! I'm ready to go!" I call at her, standing in front of the door that leads out of the house. "Oh, Coming!" She grabs her keys from the kitchen, and heads out the door. I follow steadily behind her until I get in the car. She starts the car, and grants me another smile. I smile back at her. She backs out of the drive-way, and drives me to school.

When we get there, my stomach fills with butterflies. They threaten to toss my breakfast out of my stomach. My face goes pale as I watch the swarms of teenagers run around the outside of the building. My Mother parks, and I step out of the car hesitantly. "Have a great day!" Before I can even reply, she pulls out and drives away, leaving me in this Hell-Hole. I cross the street, and walk up to the building when I'm approached by a tall boy with blonde hair and a football jacket. 'Oh No, Not a jock. . .' I think to myself. "And who might you be, short-stuff?" His tone is cocky and self-centered, just my luck. "G-Going to class. . ." I stuttered. 'Way to Go brain! Now he's bound to pick on me!' He smirks at me, and places his hand on my shoulder. He laughs, "Well Miss, 'Going to Class', have another name?" He shakes me shoulder rapidly, and a few guys behind him laugh. "I'm F-Faith. . ." I manage to stammer.

His face gets closer to mine, I blush at the 'not-so-much-space' between us. "You know, for a newbie, you're kinda cute. . ." His hand moves from my shoulder to my back, and I tremble. He smirks, inching his face a little closer. I try to move my face as far back as his hold will let me, only moving about 3 inches away. He snicker, and plants a wet kiss on my cheek. "Welcome to our school, short stuff. Hope you like it. . ." With those words, he drags his hand off my spine, and walks away, chuckling to his friends.

I stay tense for a moment, not moving or breathing. Then I exhale, and slouch forward. "This is gonna be a long day. . ." I stand up straight once more, and head into the building. When I open the door, the scent of drama and false opportunities flow into my nose. The scent is similar to the smell of building blocks children use in kindergarten, and mixed with the scent of cigarettes. There is a hint of roses in the complex smell, but that's probably from the loads of perfume to girls use to cover up the stress sweat.