Night Owl

Chapter 1

Couple of months later.........

Ugh stupid alarm clock waking me up with Miley Cyrus and her stupid voice.

I grumbled as I stood from my warm bed and soft pillows and.........

Screw it.

I dived back under the covers. Almost asleep when ......

"Erica. Erica! Erica!! ERICA!!!" My, oh so lovely, second alarm blared near my ears warning me that I needed to get ready for my new school.

Yeah you heard right. New school. We, my dad and I, just moved here in the beginning of the summer. I spent most of it looking for places to hang out and take my pictures as a night owl. I suffer from insomnia because of my past and all that so I don't really sleep much, sometimes maybe not at all. It's a surprise when I can actually get some shut eye.

I got up and use the bathroom and all that bathroom stuff (you don't really need a long list on what I do in the bathroom on mornings now do yeah?). I let my dirty blond hair out today except for the small braid I have on the side of my hair to hold my impeccable bangs out of my face. I have a natural wave which I hate completely. Why couldn't I have straight hair?

Okaaaaaayyyyyyyy. Now what to wear?

I stared into my closet standing in my mixed matched underwear and bra. I pulled out my jeans and closed my eyes. Spinning in a circle and then sitting on top of the pair of pants I was now going to wear.

My ripped black skinny jeans it is then.

I smiled and put play on my iPod. I completely forgot what song I listened to next but I was more than happy to have monster by Eminem and Rihanna.

I swayed my hips around and sang along. I totally nailed the rapping part. Sort of. Okay maybe not at all but I know Rihanna's part so I'm okay. I pulled out my Fall Out Boy band shirt and got my rust colored leather jacket on top. (It's the ones with those hoody thingys) I quickly grabbed my ipod and headphones throwing them into my messenger bag and grabbing my fav gloves that I got last fall (ones from before) and ran down the stairs grabbing an apple on the way out.

"Bye dad!" I yelled before closing the door and running down the block to the bus stop in my red converse.

He was probably still sleeping off another hangover but I shouldn't complain. At least he never hit me.

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I got off the bus and instantly got a weird feeling. Just the way the bus left you there and you ended up staring into the large, black, looming building being told 'oh hey join jail for seven hours a day children.' I scoffed shaking my head. This was gonna be fun.

The song I was currently listening to was Turn It On by Franz Ferdinand and it totally made me smile with the stereotype atmosphere around me. I pulled out my camera and waited to focus on what my camera wanted me to see.

Pft didn't people know objects could speak? Dam I'm crazy.

The stoners, that had dark circles around their eyes and hair slick and dirty, were against the bright neon graffiti walls and held a 'I don't care with life' vibe that surrounded them. I snapped the picture when one of them let out a puff of smoke and his eyes were drooped and relaxed.

I slowly turned to the next group. The skaters. They were in a circle watching one of them do a board flip. As soon as one would complete the trick, the whole group would whoop in excitement. I snapped a pic when someone was in mid air performing the trick that was yet to be made in the shot. His face was one of concentration and determination as his body angled to move the board.