FALL

Chapter 1: First Day of Hell

Beep, beep, beep

My eyes immediately open, and my mouth lets out a groan, while I shove a pillow into my face. I'm not sure if I'm shoving the pillow into my face to block the horriffic-ness that is sunlight or to discreetly attempt to suffocate myself so I don't have to live through this horrid day.

A.k.a. my first day of senior year. Yippee!

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm excited to finally reach the beginning of the end of my high school career; it's just something about spending 6+ hours a day with annoying children and my peers that I'm forced to pretend to like that totally ruins it. If it wasn't for them, I might actually enjoying going to school and learning about things that will get me nowhere in life.

After thinking about all the ways I could trick my parents into letting me stay at home, I decide that it's just not quite worth it, so I get up out of bed and head downstairs for some breakfast.

I live in a big house on a ranch, far, far away from any sort of annoying people, not counting my siblings, of course, who make me want to rip my hair out on an hourly basis.

It's just kids in general, man. I'm tellin' ya!

I reach the kitchen and find it completely empty, which is odd. There's usually an entire population of people fighting each other to get to the good food first, which I can't blame them for. I mean, if I saw a big box of pizza just sitting on the counter, I'd kill anyone who gets in my way!

I make my breakfast, bring it over to the counter, and begin devouring it in just a few bites.

"Ew, stop stuffing your face, you pig! Save some for the rest of us, would you?" retorts my 14 year old brother, Wesley.

You see, Wesley isn't really what you would call the nicest kid on the block, to put it nicely. He has no filter; he says what's on his mind, which I do actually admire at times.

"Shut up. I'm not in the mood, Wes!"

I forcefully shove my dish into the sink, making a large clatter, and drag myself out of the kitchen and upstairs to my room.

I plug my phone into a speaker and play the song Waters of Jordan by Castro.

They aren't very popular, and most kids my age prefer to listen to the mainstream artists, so it's sad that I don't have people to jam out to it with. I love it, though. It's an amazing song and definitely puts me in the feels.

I strip out of my clothes and jump into the shower. The steaming hot water hits my skin and instantly helps me feel more awake.

I stand there under the water for a couple of minutes, dreaming about what the new school year will consist of. All I can do is hope that it is better than the last two, much, much better. If it is, then there's no way I can complain.

The past two years haven't been the best at all. I lost a lot of friends, but I also gained some. The people that I thought would be in my life forever just left, without a single explanation. I learned a lot about myself, and I learned a lot about the way I treat people.

I've changed a lot.

I'm not the same person I was before all of this happened. I'm no longer the girl that would stand up for herself no matter what. I'm no longer the girl that said whatever was on her mind. I'm no longer the girl that everyone envied. I'm no longer the girl that found joy in everything she could.

I'm no longer me.

I quickly snap out of my thoughts and finish up my shower.

After I'm all clean, I wrap a towel around my body and hurry back into my room.