My shower was done with and I felt relaxed and clean. Showers were another place where I could think and literally drown my sorrows. I'm strange, I know. I get dressed in a white t-shirt with The Beatles written on the front, and black skinny jeans. I straiten my hair and make sure I have an extra hair tie on my wrist just in case I get hot in gym or something. I look at my face in the mirror and frown at the bags under my eyes. I don't wear make up very often as my eyelashes are kinda long and dark, giving the illusion of very thin eyeliner. Sighing to myself, I go back to my room.
I go to my long, wooden dresser passed down from my mother that is right next to my bedroom door. I open the top right drawer and pull out a pair of white socks with mini black skulls on them. I guess it's a black and white kind of day. Even my converse are black. I put on the old shoes, grab my bag, and go downstairs.
Once I reach the bottom, I reach into the closet that's right across and feel around behind the heavy jackets that we don't even wear. After a moment I feel plastic wrapping and hard objects inside. My hand wraps around the handle of the bag and pull it out of the closet as quietly as possible. I shrug off my bag for school and set the bag of apples next to it on the floor. I walk into the living room carefully so I don't make any noise, and look across the room at my father who is passed out on the couch. As usual. Once I reach him, I kiss him lightly on the forehead. He's an complete douche a lot of the time, but he's all I got. Of course I would never tell him that.
I go back to my bags that are still on the floor in front of the closet which is next to the front door. I gather my things and walk to my old Chevy truck after closing the door quietly behind me. The car door squeaks with protest as I open it with the keys that were in the front pocket of my jeans. I climb inside and set my bags-both for school and the apples- beside me and start the car. Now by this point you're probably thinking, 'Skylar why do you keep a bag of apples in your car?'. Well, it's my breakfast. Every morning I have a green apple on my way to school so I'm not hungry. I try to get the best grades I can, and already having issues with consentrating, hunger won't help. Ill also have one for lunch if I don't have any money to buy something.
When I pull into the parking lot of Black Wood High School, I instantly feel as if I'm going to throw up. It's the first day of my senior year and I don't want to screw up. I want to get into a good collage so I can have a better life than I do now. It's all these damn nerves that are giving me those bad dreams.
'Welcome to hell.' I think to myself as I walk up to the school entrance. Reaching into my bag, I find my schedule.
1st Period- Biology
2nd Period- World History
3rd Period- Lunch
4th Period- Gym/Health
5th Period- Visual Arts
6th Period- English
7th Period- Advanced Maths
As I was about to reach the wide stairs that lead to the second floor where the junior and senior classes were, I realized something- I had to pee. Luckily, the bathrooms were to the left, right next to the stairs. I went in, did what i needed to do, then came back out without being noticed. That was the plan at least. That's what would have happened if it was an ordinary day. But apparently, the universe chooses today to be not so very ordinary.
I hadn't taken two steps out the door before...BAM!
"Ugh! Watch where you're going, freak!!" She shrieked. Who, you ask? Cherry. Cherry McCoy. Her real name is Sherry, but everyone calls her Cherry because of her vibrant red hair. She glared down at me with light blue eyes, her shiny red heels making her a few inches taller than my 5'1 frame.
