Losing Hope {Coming Soon}

Trial

This is a trial. This is the full first chapter, but it is not edited. Depending on the feedback I get on this I'll start uploading and writing more often. My goal is to write 12-15 chapters before I start to upload every week.

I hope you like this, I will have a couple of A/N through out the story because its not fully developed yet. So yeah, for you to understand you might want to read those.

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Chapter 1

Waking up to the sound of my alarm clock, I turn over in my bed and slam my hand on my alarm clock, Effectively shutting it off. Saving me from a further headache. Turning over in my bed, I open my eyes slightly peering at my destroyed room. Trying to decide whether or not to go to school. I roll off my bed onto my floor.

Crawling on the floor towards the bathroom, keeping the lights off to wane off a migraine waiting to kill me. Slowly standing up, I walk toward the mirror slowly. Looking towards the nightlight I've kept in here for times like this.

Staring blankly at my reflection, I see what use to be the brightest, happiest, sapphire blue eyes. All that happens to be left are dull, blue, grey eyes. What use to be dark, flowing, shiny, curly midnight black hair is now a dull, thin, wavy/straight light brown hair. My naturally tan skin is now lighter in comparison as to what it use to be.

My once curvy slim-thick body has now become chubby. Being chubby and short isn't really the best for a girl of a height of 5'3. 5'4 and shorter. Not being able to look at myself any longer, I turn away taking off my clothing and turning on the shower making sure the water is scalding hot.

After getting out of the shower, I put on a pair of baggy jeans and a plain white T-shirt with a over sized sweatshirt that says "Sleep Is Life" in dark blue bold print, allowing it to stand out on the pure white cotton.

Putting on a pair of uggs, I gather my waist length hair and put it up in messy bun. Grabbing my keys and bag for school I climb down the wooden ladder and settle onto the second floor.

Walking down the attic that then onto leads towards the main stairway, I slowly enter the kitchen and grab a pack of Graham crackers, my one and true love in this world beside The Doctor, and then I make it out of the house and towards my car.

I drive a black Range Rover. Unlocking my car and getting inside, riding my bag into the back seat, I pull out of my driveway and drive down the street. I sip at a local Dunkin donuts. I but a couple of glazed donuts and had over to Starbucks and buy a large s'mores frappuccino.

Leave me with enough time to spare before going to school. I park my car in my usual parking spot, which is located in the very middle of the school parking lot, grabbing my bags and head into school.

Walking into the school building with my head hanging low as to not be seen by many people. My school isn't the cliche school people seem to think it is. Of course it's got it's jocks and queen bees like every other cliche school there is but that is where the similarities end. Walking down the hall I look to me left and to my right to make sure no one was watching me. Like usually no one in their right mind would watch me, I'm the invisible girl at school and I like it that way.

Being invisible in this school works out for me. The Queen Bee whose known as Jocelyn White, is a complete and utter bitch. Total cliche, I know. But the only difference between her and the cliche queen bee of every high school themed book and movie, is that she isn't rich. But, everyone strongly believes that she is. Middle class, she's classified as.

I know many secrets about many people. Rumors are so wonderful. I think its funny how much a person will believe some of the most ridiculous things. I especially love finding out knew things about myself that not even I knew. Which had never happened and never will most likely. Oh how we all love high school.

Looking both ways before turning the corner into the secret hall that leads to my locker and surprisingly to all my classes. This school is old, like 1930's old. There are many secret passageways that not many people seem to know about. Passing through, you'd find the occasional horny "couple" dry humping in the middle of the hall against the wall. Not many teachers know about this passage, which is considerably weird since most have worked here for over 10 years.

Heading down the hall I see a used condom on the ground not to far from a Trojan box of Large condoms. Wow, people have no class anymore. What a shame. Stepping around the wrapper I continued my way to my lovely locker that was right around the corner.

Turning that corner, I spot a boy not to far away from my locker. He had black hair that ended not to far under his shoulder. Normally I thought a guy with long hair was unattractive, but for some reason, he can pull it off. He had pronounced cheekbones, and a sharp jaw that I'm pretty sure can cut through metal. (I know, over exaggeration almost at it's best with me)

Getting as close as I can without being seen, I notice how long his eyelashes are. I wish mine were as long naturally as his were. Looking downward towards his upper body, I see he has pronounced muscles. Not too much to be considered overwhelming. But enough to see it prominently.

Strong arms covered in tattoos. I'm close enough to see the colors that are on his olive skin, but not close enough to see what is exactly is there. A white semi-ripped shirt covers his body. Written on his shirt in Bold red lettering says "You People Bore Me" Black ripped skinny jeans cover his lower body with a studded silver belt with a chain attached to his hip. Dark brown almost black combat boots cover his feet completing his bad boy look.

Looking up towards his beautiful straight black hair is a hardly noticeable dangling cross earring in his left ear. Walking a little closer spotting a nose and lip ring shinning in the dull lights of the hall.

Finally seeing his eyes my heart skips a beat or two. His cobalt blue eyes staring blankly ahead of him. No trace of emotion on his beautifully sculpted face as he stares ahead at the white painted brick wall. Losing myself in his eyes, I don't notice that my books are slipping from my hold. Pulling my arms up I fix my books so that they won't fall out of my hands. I take a sip from what is left of my drink and walk past the beautiful stranger.

Finally reaching my locker (Which is 3 down from where he is standing) Entering my combination, I open the old worn out blue locker I take all of my stuff and shove it in there effectively closing it afterwards not caring if I messed up a book or two.

I grab my newly emptied cup and my bag of donuts and graham crackers, I make my way to the trash can throwing away my empty cup. Taking out a donut stuffing it in my mouth. I turn to my right making my way to my class not taking another glance at the beautiful stranger.

End of Chapter 1

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A/N For those of you who are wondering, her dad is African American and her mother is white, so she'd be considered as a mixed girl. I will be making changes to this story. Mainly my male lead. But enjoy.

P.S any feedback is greatly appreciated.