I bet no one even reads my story :P But for those who do, I'm sorry that I haven't updated. I actually have a notebook in which I write this story on but I get so carried away that I forget to actually post it on wattpad. Here's a long update - well long for me - just because I'm a horrible wattpadd writer :)
Oh & I type this directly from my notebook so I don't usually realize if there's any mistakes. Sorry. :P
I hope you guys don't get too bored with the story. It's actually coming out pretty nice. (In my head :P)
xoxo,
Jana
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"Mom I'm home!" I cried out, shutting the front door behind me. There was no response. I searched for her in the kitchen but she was nowhere to be found. I was about to head towards my room but then I heard a muffled cry coming from her bedroom.
"Mom?" I called out, rushing to her room. I opened the door and was shocked at what I saw.
There was blood. Too much blood. It was revolting and made me sick to my stomach. Horrified, I spotted the source. My mother's lifeless body was slumped at the corner of the room. I reached out and tried to turn her over. I stifled my scream when I realized that the body wasn't my mother's. It was mine.
"Gotcha," a man whispered behind me.
I woke up with a start. Sweat poured through my pores. I breathed in deeply and let it out slowly. It was just a dream. It wasn't real. After a few minutes of trying to calm myself down, it finally worked.
Groaning, I pushed myself out of bed. Dread coursed through me as I realized what day it was. I quickly glanced at my alarm clock on my bedside table and was relieved to see that I had about two hours to get ready for school. Yawning, I quickly made my bed and headed towards the kitchen. Looking through the cabinets, I grabbed the first cereal box I saw and started eating it like chips. I trudged back to my room, contemplating on what I should do next. The flat screen TV plastered on the wall in front of my bed was calling out to me. Since I had readied my stuff the night before, I plooped back down onto my bed and tried to find the remote. The sound of my cellphone ringing startled me.
I didn't even bother looking at the caller ID as I answered it. "Hello?"
"Aj?!" Judy yelled through the phone. I set the cereal box down on the bedside table and sat at a more comfortable position. This would take a while. Judy was the conversationalist type.
"Yeah?"
"Are you ready for school?!" she practically screeched. I toned down the volume.
"Judy...it's barely 5 am. School starts at 7:45."
"But still! You know what they say. The early bird catches the wom."
"Yeah but the second mouse gets the cheese..." I muttered, causing her to chuckle.
"Don't make me come there and get ya," she teased. Suddenly, an uneasy feeling caused me to shiver as I recalled my nightmare.
Judy and I made conversation for a bit until she practically demanded me to get ready for school. I glanced at the clock and it read 6:00 am. I went back downstairs to return the cereal then ran back up towards the bathroom for my shower. My, this was a workout.
After my shower, I rushed back to my room and changed. My first day of school outfit consisted of a simple white vneck, dark washed skinny jeans, black converese, and a black and white varsity jacket that my former foster brother gave to me. I kept my hair down in its natural waves and applied a bit of eyeliner. Not bad, I thought as I looked myself over in the mirror. By instinct, I reached up and grabbed the heart necklace that was worn around my neck. It was my mothers and I always had this habit of wearing at least one of her jewelry.

BINABASA MO ANG
Hidden Scars
Teen FictionThe past should remain in the past. That's Alana Jane Morrow's reasoning for everything. Now is the time to turn a bright light. Now is the time to forget and move on. Can AJ escape from her demented past? Or will it come back and haunt her?