Colors (bxb) [DISCONTINUED]

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A/N: Just a head's-up. The middle part of this chapter is written in past-tense, because Kris is thinking back to the events that transpired before the last class of the day ended.

Hope you guys enjoy. :)

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"Everything will be okay in the end. And if it's not okay, it's not the end."

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As I slowly open my eyes, groggily greeting the new day, a sharp feeling abruptly runs throughout my body. It electrifies my tired senses, allowing my brain to immediately catch onto the mood in the air.

Friday. Today's Friday. Unlike a lot of people, I don't really classify Fridays as better days than the other days of the week - but, for some reason, something feels different. Something feels a lot different from yesterday, or even the day before that.

It feels like something extraordinary is going to happen today. Extraordinarily good.

I don't know why. I have no idea why that thought even came into my head, why I feel the way that I do. I just . . . do. It's a strange feeling. What good can even come from today? Literally, the only eventful thing I have to look forward to is detention with a boy that I used to call my best friend. Nothing else. Is something good going to come out of that?

Despite my thoughts, I smile a little, rubbing my eyes and letting out a small yawn. Whatever happens, my gut is telling me that I'm going to be very satisfied with it. And my gut is usually right; my problems come from a matter of listening to it or not.

Maybe, today, I'll finally listen.

Today is going to be a good day.

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I was wrong. My gut was wrong. Today was a terrible day.

It's hard to predict what the relationship between my mother and I will be for the day. Sometimes, she's relatively nice and cordial towards me; her eyes aren't as hard and her words aren't as sharp. Other times, she's a colossal bitch. You can probably tell which version of herself reared its ugly head today.

My mother seemed almost angry that I woke up before she could do it herself. She gave me a disappointed scowl when she saw that I was already awake, and promptly screamed at me for not waking her up - even though we weren't late in the slightest, and even though I was barely up long enough to wake her up. Afterwards, while in the car, she remarked that report cards were supposed to be coming soon, and that I better not be failing any classes.

"But, knowing my son . . ." Sighing, my mother shook her head and continued towards the school. Silence filled the car.

That hurt. It probably shouldn't have, considering all I've been through, but it did. My mother thinks so poorly of me, all the time, while Kloe is practically gold. Fool's gold, in my opinion - but still gold.

Speaking of Kloe, she was also a colossal bitch this morning. While showering, she made it a personal goal to bang on the door as many times as humanly possible, annoying me to my core. I could barely brush my teeth before she eventually kicked me out - with the help of our charming mother, of course. After that, she "accidentally" spilled orange juice all over my pants. With her laughing and my mother's screaming, I'm honestly surprised that a headache hadn't come on.

School wasn't much easier. Not at all, actually.

I should have known, though; every time I have Calculus on Fridays, something terrible happens. Even with the satisfaction of staring at Justin's perfectly sculpted face, that class is always horrific for me. With the added pressure of Stephany having it out for my guts, I could barely twitch my foot without expecting something to fly out and stab me in the eye.