Day Dreamer (Aston Irwin) BOOK1

First day

A/N This is my first time ever writing a book so please don't judge and please like and comment thanks have a wonderful dayyyy!!!!

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Mayzie's POV

Hey my name is Harmony Nichole Mayzer Im 17 and a kid Genus I Graduated High school  at 16 and have felt achieved ever since but I have a hard life because I  do not  fit in all that well. 

When I was born I was unplanned and so that ruined my moms dreams of becoming a doctor because now she had to take care of a child me for the next 18 years. My dad still lived his dream he is an astronaut he is rarely ever home and so that means I am basically fatherless, and my mom hates me because I ruined her life and she reminds me every day.

Well seeing that I graduated early it means i get to start college early so let's take you to the day my whole Depressing  endless life  started.....

                                                                    My First Day of Collage 

             Mom: Mayzie you better wake up or you'll miss the city bus to take you to school and I am not dealing with you all day today.

Okay  Momster 

Mom: WHAT DID YOU SAY 

Nothing.  

Getting ready for my first day of collage was not easy at all. I was dreading it. New people didn't bother me, but the fact some of them could be 10 to 5 years wiser and older then me scared me out of own wits. I was only seventeen and I really just wanted to leave this town, turn eighteen, and go to uni. If only life was that simple. Maybe, if i wished hard enough, uni would be so much better and help me find my true self I've been searching for all these years. I hated everyone and everything honestly. I had my reasons but, mostly i just did. ever since I've been going downhill I've gotten so much worse. Nobody cares, I find it so hard to find good friends and stay friends with them with out getting annoyed at what they do. 

Once i was ready, I got on the bus to collage. the bus driver was  so surprisingly grumpy and rude, snatching my money, then jolting the bus to try and send me tumbling. I was a teenage and felt mildly uncomfortable because the whole bus was filled with elderly people, probably appalled at the rips in my jeans. there were no seat available at the back so I had to sit near the front and hated that all i got was the feeling everyone was staring at me with hatred and judging me from the way i sat. there was was nothing more I hated then having people sit behind me. Perhaps they weren't even paying attention to me but it sure felt like it. 

When I got off the bus after the hour long drive and quickly walked the  five-minute walk to the collage, I told myself over and over again not to panic. I felt like crying but I really wished not to experience that in public just yet. the eyes on me were already humiliating enough,add tears to the mix and I was doomed for the rest of the year.

"Hello" one of the teachers smiled at me. I wasn't amused. 

I hadn't eaten in 3 days nor slept but NOBODY CARES  even if someone did I am quite tired of waiting on them. people from my old school say I am a faker because they do not understand depression and anxiety actually exists. I know for sure I won't be missed there. The only reason they knew I was like this was because my old best friend had told everyone after he decided to turn on me one random day. I hated him with vengeance and it was all his fault. I was the one that was beaten up and called names for no reason. 

"Please sit next to" he begins but stops as soon as this snobby looking rich kids walks through the door. 

"Amelia Rose Jones late again" he said 

she just sat down in the seat I was eyeing when i first came in this class...

Why I thought now I have to sit by someone. 

" Sit by Ashton Irwin" the teacher said as I just stood there.

"What are you waiting for" he scolds 

I don't know who that is  i say with attitude.

"Ashton" raise your hand the teacher demanded. 

okay i said while walking off to the curly haired boy with hazel eyes that just sunk into you like a finely sharpened knife.

When I walked over there he cleared  my side of the table for me and I moved my chair away from him with out seeming purposeful, at least he seems okay not some jerk who would purposefully hog most the  table. 

"Hi" he muses and I greedily refrain from rolling my eyes... 

"My name is Ashton but a lot of my friends call me ash, which is cool if you wanna call me that." he says 

I don't answer  and a part of me feels weirdly bad for not replying but I don't need to talk to him. I don't want friends, but I complain about not having any. plus I heard friends sometimes become more then friends and i did not want to date Mr Hazel eyes or did I? 

"Sorry" he says. Hopefully he don't expect me to answer. I feel guilty for not answering. I notice he looked glum and I felt a lump grow in my throat. I actually feel like hugging him for some unknown reason, why on earth would I hug a boy? do I like him? idk I just met him...

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HEY MY People I HOPE YALL ARE LIKING THE BOOK SO FAR SUPER SORRY I JUST BEEN BUSY WITH SCHOOL SO IT HAS BEEN REALLY HARD FINDING INSPARATION IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY IDEAS I WOULD LOVE YOU INCLUDE THEM AND GIVE YALL A HUGE SHOUT OUT FOR THEM... 

GOOD DAY MY DARLINGS I LOVE YALL AND I AM ALWAYS HERE FOR YALL IF YALL NEED ME