WHAT I SHOULD HAVE SAID

chapter one: NINA

MY ALARM CLOCK wakes me up, the annoying beeping sound is loud enough to make a person go crazy. I hit snooze. The sun seeps through the curtains and the blinds. What little light that comes through is directly on my face, making it impossible to see. The fan above my bed makes a creaking noise as it swings round and round. I watch it, imagining what it would be like if it came off. Would it fall down straight down? Would it leave a bruise? My thoughts are interrupted by my alarm clock going off once more. 7:39 am It reads.

"Get up, Nina!" My mom yells from downstairs. I wouldn't doubt it if she had just now gotten up. Her hair is probably matted to her face, like most mornings, with a cigarette in between her crooked, pale fingers. "If you miss the bus, you're walking to school!" Her voice is raspy.

I muster up all of my strength and hoist myself out of bed. My legs feel like jelly or cooked spaghetti noodles from laying in bed for 10 hours. I'm lightheaded from standing up too fast and I almost fall backward. I make my way over to my closet. It's spring, so black is a no go. Which eliminates half of my closet space. I grab a dark blue romper and my white chucks. I change quickly and run downstairs when I hear my bus come to a halt. The bus driver honks the horn a few times.

"Bye Mom!" I yell at her as I run full speed outside. I practically jump onto the bus; scared it might go on without me.

"I was about to leave you," Susan, the bus driver, said. She smiled at me. "Close call, Whitaker." She laughed lightly then proceeded to tell me to have a seat. Before I could sit she was already driving and I was falling into the nearest seat.

It wasn't even five minutes later when the bus stops at school. The other teens rush off of the bus like a herd of elephants, causing the bus to shake. They push each other like they're eager to get to class. However, we all know at least half of them will skip. I'm the last off, Susan smiles at my patience.

"Are you riding the bus after school?" She asks as I'm on the last step to get off of the bus. I turn around towards her, smiling with my teeth ear to ear. I finally take in her features; she has black wavy hair, brown eyes, and a brown complexion. She deserves to be a model, not a bus driver for smelly kids.

"No," My smile falters a tad. "I think I'm going to walk today." With that said I step off of the bus. Instead of the wind hitting me like I had expected it was a body.

The breath was knocked out of me and I was thrown to the ground. My knees scrape against the concrete and I'm met with the familiar burn that I use to get when I was a kid. My eyes clench shut and I use my hands to protect me from the fall. My hands, like my knees, are burning.

I look up at the cause of my pain. Ryan Nicolas stands towering over me, looking at me with such distaste. He has a cigarette lodged in between his first and middle finger. His hair is all over the place like he didn't look in the mirror. He is dressed in all black.

"Watch it, Whitaker." He says through a puff. He watches as I push myself up. I gather my things and he watches my every move. "Nice dress." He eyes the short romper. On any other girl it would be considered long but I have long legs.

"It's not a dress," I mumble as I brush myself off. I take in a deep breath and smile. "Have a nice day, Ryan." I give him a teethe grin and walk inside. I catch the look on his face as I'm leaving; confused and curious.

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this was jus a beginning & it's not that bad but it's short af.

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