Discovering Carter

chapter one

Feeling like a zombie who hasn't slept in centuries, I pick myself up out of bed and decide to take a shower. Maybe if I rinse off, it will also help me rinse out all of the bad thoughts that are crowding my head.

Although that was a good idea, it doesn't work. All of those stupid worthless thoughts still linger like they did when I tried to fall asleep. But on the bright side, although those thoughts still sting as bad than words can describe, they always sting a little less in the daytime. Like they know that I have enough crap in the day that I have to deal with so they don't bother to make it any worse. But in the night time, there's nothing to distract me from the pain that those thoughts bring back to me.

I finish getting ready for the day (basically just brushing my hair and teeth and throwing on comfy clothes because who has the time or energy to actually try to look good) and try to run out the door without being noticed. See, I figured out years ago that breakfast just wasn't worth it. This is because every time I would go into the kitchen to grab something, I'd run into my 'mom' or one of my 'brothers' and every time I did, we would get into a pointless argument or they'd blame me for something that I didn't even know happened.

So to avoid the drama and avoid the emotional toll of constant arguing, I decide to just skip breakfast and not deal with the family. That seems to work well and I can usually leave the house without feeling like complete trash.

Successfully avoiding the drama, I rush out of the house and to the bus that had probably been sitting there and waiting for me for a few minutes. I'm one of those people who is always late to everything no matter what I do, and the bus driver knows that so she usually gives me a few extra minutes in the morning when she's feeling nice.

The bus has always been one of those things that I haven't minded too much. Yeah, it's smelly and the kids are loud and obnoxious and they throw weird food at each other. But once you get used to that and tune of all that crap out, the bus isn't too bad. It's a time to relax and prepare your mind for the upcoming school day.

As I sit on the bus and we take the normal route that we always take to get to school, time flies by. Just as I'm about to mentally prepare for my last class of the day, world history, the bus stops and the driver announces through her scratchy sounding intercom that we have arrived. I really wish that the ride was longer because I need more time to prepare for today

I have a presentation in world history and I'm not ready at all. I'm horrible at public speaking and making eye contact with all of the people creepily watching me with bored expressions plastered on their faces. Its just one of the most terrifying things known to man. How can I just be expected to look and feel calm, make hand gestures, keep eye contact, express emotion, and not fidget while people practically stare into my soul. It's not humanly possible!

I step into the school building and am reminded of how much I hate this hell hole. Everyone is so selfish but also so interested in what everyone else is doing and interested in being the best at everything. If one person looks pretty, another girl suddenly feels threatened and has to try to look prettier. Like, seriously, why does it matter so much!?

The halls are crowded at this time of morning with all different types of crowds. The stereotypical nerds who wear NASA shirts and discuss the latest video games, the jocks who push each other around and pretend like they don't take steroids but they obviously do, and of course the most common group, the popular group of girls that mostly consists of cheerleaders. At my school, Kayla Barns and Gwen Hall are the leaders of the group. They flip their hair and flirt with all of the jocks and pretend like they're nice to everyone but then suddenly pull a pink knife out of their short skirts' pockets and stab you with it and then the next thing you know you're dead.

I only slightly dislike them, as you can tell.

This morning as I walk through the hall, I see Seth Williams, the most popular, richest, and not to mention hottest boy talking to one of his friends near my locker. While I put my books into my locker and try to keep everything organized, I can't help but listen to their conversation.

"Dude, so when do you leave for Australia?" his friend, who I think is named James asks him.

"I leave next week. And I thought I was gonna go with my brother but he can't anymore because he has a big college test or something so I have an extra plane ticket if anyone wants to come with me," Seth says and I can't help but stop everything that I'm doing.

"Seth, I would but I can't miss a whole month of school, my mom would kill me,"

"Eh, well let me know if anyone that I know or any hot chicks want to go because it'll be lame if I don't have anyone to go with," he states and then walks away with James so I can no longer hear their conversation.

Oh my God. Oh my God. This is my chance. This is my opportunity. I have to go to Australia with Seth so that I can find my parents and give life one more chance.

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Hey guys, thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think and if the chapters should be longer. I'm gonna try to update again sometime next week.

'Til next time,
Sky 🌌