☆Chapter One☆

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[buckle up bbs, the fun starts here.]


The first day of a new school year is one students tend to dread the most. If you don't, you're lying to yourself.

It started off as any normal day, if you skip the part where Tori charged into my room at 7am. "Annalisa Ingrid Coffin, my dear. Get up now, before I'm forced to drag you out of bed." Her green eyes flashed with humour, as I jumped so high I almost ended up on the floor. "Fuck, Tori. Don't even do that again. I almost didnt make it to school with the heart attack you could've given me. It better not be before 8am." I could hear her laugh as she crossed the room. "I'm glad you're laughing though." I grabbed my phone off the bedside table, as Tori perched on the end of the bed. I groaned and flopped back onto my pillow. "Tori, no. I told you not to come before 8. Why do you hate me so much?" Tori responded by dragging the covers off the bed and throwing open the curtains.

Begrudgingly, I got up, got dressed, inspected myself in the mirror, readjusted the uniform I loathed, brushed and straightened my hair, ate breakfast,  and did all the other stuff you do in the mornings before school, all while my ears were talked off by Tori, who acted like we hadn't just seen each other yesterday.

 I was feeling kinda confident, somewhere deep beneath the sorrow for the sleep I lost. It was a new year and the last year before we were done with high school. We pulled on our shoes, grabbed our bags and started to lock the door behind us, when we almost collided with my  brother Ashley on the way out. He looked how I felt. "Good morning sunshine." He grumbled something incoherent as we hurried to meet our friend Asterid. It was such a nice day Tori and I decided to walk, leaving our cars in the driveway.

Walking down my street, Tori updated me on the events of last night while we enjoyed the sun when I felt something hit me in the back of the head. I tentatively reached up, only to feel the unmistakably sticky substance Adam loved to torture girls with. Long hair was especially his favourite. "You better be fucking kidding me. I'll kill that little bastard." Not willing to let them spoil my hype I kept walking while subtly trying to remove the gum from my hair and making sure Tori didnt make good on her promise. "Ignore them, please. Let's just agree to remember this for a later date."

I had considered stopping, but I wasn't prepared to be laughed at. I had to hold Tori so she didn't knock their lights out. Nonetheless they still found something to laugh about. Probably their masterpiece, my hair was now clumped and sticky. Now I wish we'd driven. Trust him to ruin such a nice day with something so stupid. "I'll fix it when we get to school okay?"

With every step my good mood was replaced with anger. When we finally met Asterid at the top of the road, my enthusiasm had all but disappeared. I was considering just letting Tori deal to them, and helping her. Asterid's blue eyes were filled with concern. "Jeez, what happened to you?" I pointed behind me to the pack of cackling hyenas, that were meant to be young men. She rolled her eyes while I kept walking, keen to keep the distance, just in case. Tori sent her a glance and followed me the short walk to school. We could still hear them laughing as we made our way over to our friends. Levi, Mason, Layla, Sage, Maddy and Parker sat enjoying the sun, and only looked up when Parker stood to greet Tori.

"Hey An, bad hair day?" Mason had a goofy grin plastered across his face. 

"Oh yeah, you like it? Adam and Cameron might be able to hook you up with a new look for free too." I mutter through clenched teeth. I send Mason a death stare while he tries to hide his obvious amusement behind his hand. "Shut up Mason!" Tori searches through her bag and pulls out a brush. I sit in front of her and she tries her best to get as much out as possible.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 15, 2017 ⏰

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