Wishes on Shooting Stars (On Hold. Sorry ;/)

Chapter One

Kendall Fortenay

My alarm clock rang and I groaned. Shit. With a praciticed slap of my hand, it was silent again. I got up slowly and rubbed my eyes. 6:30 AM. I had an hour to get ready. I walked over slowly to my window and pulled back the pale blue curtains. The sudden brightness blinded me. I shielded my eyes and carefully walked into the bathroom, trying not trip on anything. 

I stripped quickly amd turned on the tap to full blast and stepped into the shower, letting the steaming jets of hot water awaken me. I massaged  shampoo and conditioner into my hair and just stood under the water, unmoving for a few moments, just enjoying the warmth. I rinsed out the conditoner and turned off the tap. I reached out and pulled my towel around my body and walked out of the bathroom.

I grabbed another towel and wrapped it around my dripping hair and then turned to face my wardrobe. I  pulled out a white tank top, faded blue skinny jeans and a red Hollister hoodie. I dried myself quickly and threw on my clothes. I unwrapped the towel around my hair and walked into the bathroom again.

I brushed my teeth quickly, enjoying the taste of the fresh mint in my mouth. I spat out the foam and rinsed. I splashed cold water onto my face, feeling refreshed. I dried my face and looked around for my comb. I needed to dry my hair. I found it in it's usual place. At least something was going to plan today.

I opened one of the drawers, trying to find my hair dryer. It wasn't there. Goddamit. Why was I so dysfuntional? I opened all of the drawers until I found it, buried behind a makeup bag in the bottom drawer. I frowned. I had forgotten all about it. I plugged it in and turned it on, before brushing through my hair. I winced slightly as the hot wind blew into my eyes. I let my hair become semi-dry before turning off the hair dryer and putting it away. I turned to the mirror and wondered what to do with my hair. It gleamed dully under the bright light in the bathroom. I fingered my white-blonde hair and sighed. I was a freak. I stared at my tanned skin and bright green eyes. I was so insecure it was ridiculous. I checked the time on my watch. 7:21 AM. Crap. I had spent longer in the shower than I had thought. I threw my hair up into it's usual messy bun and walked into my bedroom, hunting for my black Vans.

Finally, I found them shoved under my bed. I made a mental note to tidy up my room. I had kept putting it off, never having enough time, or as usual, I just couldn't be bothered. I didn't bother putting on makeup, I hated the way it felt on my skin, as if I had something to hide. As insecure as I was, I hated pretending to be something I wasn't. So I didn't wear makeup. I grabbed my bag from the hook on the back of my door and slung it across my shoulders. I hurried out of my room and down the stairs. 

My mother was waiting for me at the bottom. She shot me a glare. 'Kendall, you're going to be late.' I shrugged. 'I know,' I said, matter-of-factly. She sighed. 'Honey, can you just make an effort to pretend to like school?' I shrugged. 'Nope,' I said, popping the 'p'. My mother sighed again, like she always did when she was upset with my behaviour. 'You need an attitude adjustment,' she muttered as she walked past me. I rolled my eyes. 'I can hear you, mom.' She didn't reply, but I could of sworn she said 'good' when I slammed the door behind me. 

I got into the passenger seat of the SUV and waited for my mom. She walked so slowly, it was almost depressing. When she finally got into the driver's side, I let out an annoyed huff. 'You certainly took your time.' My mother just shrugged and made an apologetic noise. 'I'm getting old.' I looked at her, expaserated. 'You're 39, and you go rock climbing twice a week.' My mom just shrugged again. I decided to let the matter drop. 'Are we going to Starbucks or what?' She nodded and pushed her key into the ignition, bringing the car to life. 

The black SUV cruised smoothly along, fast enough the streets were just smudged blurs. I got bored of staring out of the window and pulled out my iPod and headphones. I put my iPod on shuffle and put my headphones on. Therapy by All Time Low started playing. I smiled slightly to myself and sang along quietly.

'My ship went down in a sea of sound

When I woke up alone, I had everything

A handful of moments I wished I could change

And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade

In a city of fools, I was careful and cool

But they tore me apart like a hurricane

A handful of moments I wished I could change

But I was carried away

Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty....'

My headphones were suddenly pulled away, cutting off my music supply. I turned to glare at my mom. 'What?' She returned the glare. 'Didn't you hear me talking to you?' I rolled my eyes. 'Obviously not,' I muttered. My mother sighed heavily. She seemed to be doing that quite alot recently. 'We're here, Kendall, get out of the car.' I rolled my eyes again. 'I'm going, jeez.' I stuffed my iPod into my jeans' pocket and slung my headphones around my neck.

I got out of the car slowly and waited for my mom. I scruffed my shoes against the concrete, bored. 'For god's sake, Kendall, stop doing that!' came my mom's iratated voice. I looked up to see her looking angrily at me. 'I'm getting sick of replacing your shoes every two days.' I rolled my eyes. 'Are we going to get breakfast or not?' I asked in a bored tone. I walked off, without waiting for her reply.

I pushed open the door and went inside. As soon as I went in, I was greeted with a blast of pastry and freshly ground coffee. I inhaled slowly, suddenly hungry. I walked up to the counter and waited to be served. A barista, in his twenties or so, smiled at me. 'How can I help you?' I looked at the amount of pastries and bagels displayed behind the front counter. 'A blueberry bagel and a caramel mocha, thanks.' The barista nodded. He reached behind the counter, picked one of the blueberry bagels up and put it into a paper bag. He then turned to make my caramel mocha. I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor as I waited. 

The door opened again, letting in a blast of cold air from outside. My mum had finally come in. She noticed me at the counter and smiled at me. I didn't return it. Instead, I turned to face the barista again. He had put the cup and paper bag in front of me. I smiled and paid the money before walking off with my food and sliding into one of the booths by the window.

I sipped my hot drink slowly, trying not to burn my mouth. Then I ripped open my paper bag and began picking off small pieces and shovelling them into my mouth. I head someone sit into the opposite seat next to me but I didn't look up, preoccupied with eating my bagel. My mom coughed quietly. I finished the piece of bagel I was eating and I looked up. 'Yes?' I asked, somewhat annoyed. 

My mother looked at me, her eyes soft. 'Are you all right, Kendall?' I looked at her beautiful face, with white-blonde hair exactly like mine, and clear blue eyes, and was once again reminded that I would never be as beautiful. As I looked into her eyes, I was almost tempted to tell her. I changed my mind the last minute and put on a scowl. 'I'm perfectly fine.' My mom sighed and turned back to her drink. After sitting in a few minutes of silence, my mother got up abruptly. 'Kendall, we have to go. You'll be late.' I sighed and drained the contents of my caramel mocha and put the paper cup into the bin. I got up and dusted the remains of my breakfast off me and followed my mom out.

I got into the car and we drove in silence until she reached the school. I made a gesture for my mom to keep driving. 'Park two streets away,' I hissed at her.  She looked hurt but kept driving. Finally she stopped. She turned to face me. 'Honey, I don't know why you insist on always parking so far away.' I shrugged, tugging sharply on the door handle and getting out of the car. My mother leaned over so she could peck me on the cheek. She smiled sadly at me. 'Have a good day!' I nodded before walking away. I heard my mom close the car door, reverse the car and drive away. I sighed quietly to myself. School hadn't even started yet and I was already waiting for it to end.

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