The Ticks of Time

Chapter 1

Why do we even have birthdays? Are you going to forget the day that you were born? Do you feel that you are so important to the world that you need to celebrate yourself? Youre probably wondering Geez, what crawled up her butt and died, leaving a desperate wreak of hatred and evil? Well, let me tell you what happened. Sitting at my 6-year-old twin brothers birthday party with snotty kids trying to invade my personal space doesnt exactly make for a happy Melanie. Kids are annoying. Some kid covered in what Im hoping is the chocolate cake keeps poking my side like it is the most fascinating thing in his life. Would that make you a peachy person either? I didnt think so. I just realized how many rhetorical questions I ask its a bit creepy, but so is talking to myself. Uggh, this kid is getting on my last nerve.

"Poke me again and I will pick you up and throw you in that trash can across the room." The kids eyes doubled in size and he ran off to go play with his friends. Problem solved. This day sucks. Literally. Im so sick of dealing with 6-year-olds.

"Melanie! What has gotten into you?!? said my mom. You cant go around threatening 6 year olds that you're going to throw them into the trash can. I thought that you would be more mature than that!" Apparently the little rat had told on me.

"He was annoying me." I stated simply.

"Does that mean that if I annoy you then you will threaten to throw me into the trash can too?" she said.

"Can I?" I said, smirking.

"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out of it." She said in that very mom tone.

"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes, and trudging up the stairs to my bedroom. When I get into my room, I turn on my phone and go to Google Play Music and begin blasting Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. My room is so freaking messy. I began to pick up my dirty clothes and shove them into my laundry hamper. My phone dinged with a text.

[C] Hey girl ;) It was some guy named Conner that Id only met once and he wont stop texting me.

[M] What do you want?

[C] Nothing much, just talking to my girl.

[M] Im not your girl.

[C] Oh come on, youll come around.

[M] Goodbye

[C] But babeeeeee

[M] Im not your babe.

[C] Why not?

[M] Because Im married to the prince of England and we are starting a family Why do you think? I dont freaking want to, you creep the hell out of me.

[C] Dont be like that!!!

[M] Bye

[C] Don't go

After that I didn't respond. Geez, what is it with people and being annoying today? Are they trying to get on my last freaking nerve? Some people just cant help it I guess. I grabbed my keys and head for the front door.

"Where are you going?" my dad says.

"To get away from these kids for a while."

"I understand."

I run out of the front door and immediately see a moving van at the house next to ours. I hate that house for one reason. It has one of those windows that lines up perfectly with my bedroom window. Its too Taylor Swift love story. Right as Im about to hop in my car I hear a loud bang followed by a string of PG-13 words. I look over to the van and see what I think just may be the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. He was about 6'3" with dirty blonde hair that was slicked back with gel. His eyes were a midnight blue and lets just say that I wouldn't mind if he became my new neighbor. Soon enough I hear a voice shouting from the yard.