The agonizing sound of my alarm clock pierced the air, waking me from a not-so-good sleep. I know I didn't turn the volume up that loud.
I began to slam my fist on it repeatedly, until I finally found the snooze button, silencing the tormenting sound that filled my ears. I rolled over, groaning. My legs were still sore from running last night. I sat up, running my hands over my thighs, trying to ease the pain. I swung my legs over the side of my bed, reluctuntly standing up. I ran my fingers through my coarse hair, getting caught on many tangles and knots. I stumbled across my room rubbing my eyes, stopping in front of my dresser. I found my phone and clicked a random button, watching as the screen lit up, forcing me squint my eyes, as I held it close to my face, bringing the blurred numbers of time into focus. 6:02 a.m. I groaned again. Too early to be doing this.
I set it back down, and grabbed my glasses, sliding them onto my face, making everything come into view. I looked in the mirror, and what stared back at me wasn't attractive. It never was. No matter what I did.
I sighed, an dragged a brush through my hair, painfully yanking out all the tangles. I switched my straightener on and began wiping all of the smeared eyeliner off my face, while waiting for it to heat up.
I finished, and started re-applying my makeup, starting by drawing a thick black line on my bottom lip, and finishing by drawing another dark line on my top lid. When I was semi-satisfyed, I went to see if my straightener was heated up. I touched it, and quickely yanked my hand away, bringing my newly burned finger to my mouth.
"Yup, it's ready." I murmured to myself, exaiming my red thumb. I picked it up by the NON hot part and ran it over a strand of my hair. I continued, going all around my head, getting all of my layers. I finished, turning it off and taking a step back to take a look. I ran my fingers through the dark red strands. I frowned. It was fading. I slouched my shoulders and trudged my way over to my closet, browsing my choices. I haven't done laundry in a while. I chose a random band tee. Probably someone I didn't even listen to anymore. I slipped it over my head, and stood there in my undies, searching for pants. My eye brows furrowed at how little of a choice I had for jeans. I decided to randomly pick again and ended up getting a pair with holes in both knees. I slipped one foot in which got caught in one of the holes, ripping it even more. I rolled my eyes, and slipped my other leg through.
I turned around, looking for my shoes. I got on my knees and looked under my bed, finding both of them and dragging them out. I slipped them on my feet, and began tying the laces, watching as I looped the laces and remembering when I first learned how to do it. My brother, Ashley, taught me. He's on tour with his right now, though.
I tried to push that thought out of my head, as I stood up and jogged out of my bed room door. I ran down the steps, listening as my soled feet hit each one on the way down. 22 stairs. I've counted several times.
I ran by the kitchen and decided I wasn't hungry as I grabbed my jacket and book bag, and ran out the front door. A cold chill met my skin, and I shivered.
"Effing January." I mumbled to myself, as I hugged my arms close to my chest, and fast walked down the side walk in the direction of my school, which was conviently located right across the street.
I quickely made my way through the parking lot, avoiding eye contact and conversation. I rushed through the front doors, being greeted my a warm gust of air. I walked down the main hallway, ignoring the whispers and comments I overheard. I found my locker, putting in my combination.
"1, 27, 19" I whispered, reminding myself. It opened with a loud squeak, the same as it always has. I searched for my math book and pulled it out. Along with a crumpled up piece of paper. I quickly picked it up, before anyone else noticed and opened it. I stared at it curiously, until I realized what it was. Last quarters report card. One C, three D's, two F's, and a B. I crumpled it up furiously, throwing it back in my locker, and slamming it shut. I closed my eyes, and sighed rather dramatically. I opened them, and looked around. People were starting to stare. Some were snickering and whispering to eachother. Even a few looked concerned. I looked down and hurried of to my first period.
Don't give up yet, Destiny. I thought to myself.
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First chapter, what do you guys think? It hasn't really gotten to the point yet, 'cause it's gonna turn out to be a Ronnie Radke FanFic. So, he should show up in the next few chapters. Anyways, tell me if you guys like it. (: xoxo
-Destiny
