I sigh and get out of my warm bed. The first day of school was today. I was not excited. I really didn't do very well last year in school, I barely passed. My parents weren't pleased with that. They forced me to get a tutor.
I slip out of bed and stretch, my bones pop and groan in protest. I smell some eggs cooking downstairs. I completely forget what I was doing and head downstairs.
My mother was dressed in her business suit, she was a lawyer and was pretty good at it. I couldn't win any augments we had. Our personalities clashed like you wouldn't believe.
She smiles sweetly at me and puts some eggs on a plate and hands it to me. I accepted it, my mouth watering. I sits own at the island and start to eat.
"I have an early day at work so I thought I'd make you some breakfast." she puts the pan in the sink. I mumble a thanks, my mouth stuffed with food.
She grins, grabbing her briefcase and keys. She kisses my forehead and walks out the door. "Make sure your sister wakes up."
I grumble and continue eating. I hear my sisters alarm blaring awful country music. I finish my eggs and push the plate over to the sink. I start up the stairs. I get distracted and stumble. I groan as I pick myself up. I had fallen down on these stairs so much it was a surprise that there wasn't a dent of my face on a step.
I open my sisters door and walk in. She screams and throws a pillow at me. "I'm changing idiot!"
"Morning to you too." I turn on my heals, leaving her pink and green mess of a room and enter my room. I had recently painted the walls gray, posters covered most of the space though. I grab a pair of skinny jeans out of my closet and slip them on. Sleeping in boxers had its benefits.
I find an old Pink Floyd shirt that I had gotten from my dad and pull it over my head. My hair frizzes up and sticks out. I sigh and make my way over to the bathroom, turning on my flat iron. It felt a little weird using one since I was a dude, but it helped a ton with hair troubles.
Once I was finished I grab my backpack and leave the house. My sister got a ride with her boyfriend, she had found the boy toy over the summer and he just so happened to go to the same school as her.
I hadn't gotten a car yet. I had been saving for a while though. I should have enough pretty soon. I was maintaining about three jobs. The hours were good though.
I didn't have trouble keeping up with school work either, it was just hard for me to understand. My parents and I had came to that conclusion last month.
Our house was about five minutes away from the high school which was really convenient. I never had to carpool or catch a ride with someone. And that was something I wanted to avoid.
I pull out my iPod and put my headphones in. I sigh in relief when the music blasts though the ear buds. I can barely remember when music started to help me though life, it was such a long time ago. I think I was in eighth grade and I was having thoughts about killing myself, I had even resorted to cutting myself. It didn't help whatsoever but I continued to do it. I wore a short sleeve shirt one day and my father saw the cuts. He was a student counselor for fifteen years and he knew what I was doing.
He told me that he had the same thoughts when he was younger and he regretted all of what he did. He said he soon got into drugs and did many illegal things he didn't want to mention. He then told me that he found music as an escape. He gave me some of his old albums and CDs.
I fell in love with them. I stopped cutting within a month. I felt as if the songs spoke to me and me only. I smile and look down at my shirt. He gave it to me when I had thrown away my razors. It was truly one of the best feeling.
My dad never told my mother though. He told me it could stay between us. I think he was tired of my mother and I keeping secrets from each other, but that was just a guess.
The school was filled to the brim with teens. I sigh and trudge to my class. It was fairly empty when I got there. A couple girls sit in the corner of the room, gossiping. I find a seat in the back of the class. Giggles erupt from the group of girls. I turn my music up louder. I truly wanted no business with them, they were annoying.
I grab my sketchbook out of my backpack and begin to draw. I never really know how my work is going to turn out, I just start without a plan. It was more exciting that way to.
A shadow appears over my shoulder. I flip my book shut and spin around. A skinny, big boobed girl with a giant grin on her face stares at me. I pull out an ear bud. "What?" I ask. The question catches her off guard. She must have been expecting me to swoon over her.
"Oh, well I was wondering if you would like to go to the football game on Friday." she grabs her arm, squishing her breasts together, I guess a lot of guys like that. I didn't see the need for it though. It kinda looked disturbing if you ask me.
I stare at her for a moment. Was I really a guy who looked like a football fan? I was skinny as a twig, weighing about one hundred and ten pounds and stayed inside whenever I could. I grimace. "I don't like football." her face falls. I smile sadly at her. "Sorry." I turn around and put my headphones back in.
The bell rings and students start to file through the door. I put my things away and wait for the teacher to come in. If I did well, hopefully I could drop the tutor.
A man wearing a pink scarf with a blue flannel shirt walks in. My eyebrow arches. He was also wearing khakis with a pair of sandals. I was no fashion master but it really looked awful.
"Hello class! I'm Mr. Earl, your algebra teacher!" he claps his hands together. The class groans.
The door is ripped open and a sharp looking boy nearly runs into the classroom. My heart nearly stops in my chest. He was a beautiful human being. His shirt was fitted tightly on his body. I could see a faint outline of muscle underneath. His skinny jeans hung loosely on his hips.
Mr. Earl looks at the angel with disapproval, a ping of hate flashes though my body. "Now being late of the first day of school isn't very smart." he shuns the boy. "Go sit down." the angel hangs his head and sits down behind me. As he walks by his wake hits me. He smelt like pine and honey, I could be drooling for all I know. The god like boy was sitting behind me.
Maybe this year will be better than I thought it would be.
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Hi! It's Tabby!
It's been awhile since I've posted a story and I feel awful! So I guess this is like a Christmas present!
I had been reading a lot of these kinds of stories so I though why not write my own! I seriously wrote this in like one or two hours and I'm pretty darn proud of it.
So comment what you thought of it! I don't know if I should continue it or not! Also vote and share!
Tab
