Falling in Deep (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

"Becca! Hurry or you're going to be late for the first day of your senior year!"my dad yells from downstairs, conveniently waking me up. Ugh. Do the people that are in charge of schools have no idea what the word 'sleep' means? Or that teens need more than, like, 5 hours of sleep to function properly? I guess not, because here I am, at 6:00 in the morning having to get up for the torture that is high school.

Sorry to dampen the mood, but I'm currently having a hard time staying happy when most of the people at school are constantly making fun of me, and the biggest decision if my life is looming over my head, just waiting to be messed up.

As I get up out of bed and put on a pair of faded jeans and a purple tee, I take a deep breath and smell my Dad's amazing pancakes from downstairs.

I sigh as I realize that I really need to hurry up, not so I can be on time for school, obviously, but because if I don't speed things up, I'll miss my Dad's pancakes. He makes some real good pancakes.

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"Becca..." my dad starts as I sit down to the the most perfect-looking(and smelling) pile of chocolate-chip pancakes. "We need to talk about your birthd-"

"I know Dad, I know." And how could I not? We gave this conversation almost every morning. He always tells me that he doesn't care if I choose to be mer, that either way he'll still love me. And I always try to explain that I will never, ever in a billion years become like my mother. I will never become the traitor that she became, leaving her husband and three children by themselves to figure out this messed-up world alone.

And every time, he always gives me the look that says 'Watch it. She's your mother, not just my wife', just like he is now.

Ugh.

Shoot! I think as I realize what time it is. I only have 5 minutes before I'm late for school!

"Umm, so, I gotta go Dad!" I say as I grab my keys and start for the door. He looks like he's going to say something else, but doesn't. But I know that he will want to finish this conversation later. "Bye" I say as I run out the door and hop into my truck.

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'Hurry up Becca!' I say to myself as I run through the parking lot and into the hallway. Conveniently, it's raining. Yay.

Since I live in California, and it only rains a couple times a year here, we have outdoor hallways. Double yay.

By the time I get to first period, I'm completely drenched, with my shirt sticking to my skin like it's been glued there, and my already-frizzy hair turned in to a frizz-ball.

Right as I sit down, the bell rings. Whew.

"Here," Lizzy says as she hands me her jacket. " Your teeth are chattering an entire symphony, and your shirt's, kinda, ummm..." she trails off as I look down. Wowzerz. I quickly grab her jacket to cover up my way to tight shirt and mutter a quick 'thanks'.

Ahhhh. Pre-Algebra. The class that makes kids wonder if there're supposed to use numbers or letters for math. I swear, it's the stuff that nightmares are made of.

By the time the bell rings, I can already see tonight's dream: I'll be sitting down in the kitchen, and on one shoulder there'll be a number, and on the other, a letter(kinda little the "angel/devil" thing?), screaming into my ear "Pick me, pick me!!!" at the same time. Ugh. I'm already getting a headache.

I'm so concentrated on when my next opportunity to go to the nurse's office is to get an Aspirin that I don't see HIM through the window of the classroom door.

But I do, however, hear the thud of his face against the wooden door. Ouch.

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A/N

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