Two Years and Counting

Chapter One: Going Back

I roll over for the tenth time and look at my alarm clock it says 6:30. I might as well get up now. I pull off my covers and get up. I stretch out my arms and legs and make my way to my bathroom. I turn on the water and let it warm up while I undress and place my pj’s on my hook. I step in and shower. I make sure I am completely clean and I have completely shaved. I turn off the water and open the shower door to grab my towel. I wrap it around myself and make my way back to my room.

I sit down at the edge of my bed and stare into my closet. What to wear? What to wear? This the question. My eyes catch on my black ripped tank-top shirt. Why not? If I pair it with a deep red undershirt and some black shorts. Yep that would do it. I dry of with my towel and put on some clean underwear and my favorite bra. I throw my hair up into a messy bun so I can get dressed without my clothes getting wet. I pull on my outfit and make my way to my vanity table. I let down my hair and pick up my blow drier. I blow my hair almost completely dry and put some moose in it. The unnatural brow curls start to form and I smile. Next I move on to my make-up. My unnatural green eyes stare back at me.

I apply some red eye shadow to my lids and put on a thick line of black eye liner on my water line and my lid. Next is the mascara thank God I have long eye lashes to begin with. I apply a light coat and use the brush to make sure there are no clumps. I stand and look at my full body length mirror. I look good. No I look hot.

I make my way down stairs and the smell of coffee brings me joy. Coffee is the most amazing thing in the world. I meet my mom in the kitchen and she looks at my outfit her face turns downwards for a second before she composes herself again. I grab my cup and fill it up 3/4th of the way. I then add my creamer and sugar. The cup fills up and I take a sip. Perfect! I take my cup back upstairs and continue to drink it as I get my back pack ready. I get to go back to hell to day. Oops I mean school. I rather just stay home for the rest of the week but that was the deal. I would wait until after Christmas break before going back to school but I would have to go on a Thursday. Why a Thursday I have no idea that was what my mom told me.

I take another sip of coffee but nothing enters my mouth. I stare down at my empty cup. I want more! I check my phone and see that it is around 7 o’clock. I need to get going soon. I place my cup on my table and head to my bathroom to brush my teeth. I use my whitening tooth paste and see that there are no coffee stains. I rinse and go back to my room. I put on a coat of lip gloss, grab my back pack, and make my way back down stairs. My dad has now joined my mom in the kitchen he takes in my outfit and shakes his head. He doesn't like me wearing these types of clothes but it is part of my ‘recovery’, so he deals with it. I put my cup in the sink, then grab my lunch, and put on my black converse. Then grab my car and house keys. “Bye guys” I holler out the door.

My baby is waiting for me in the drive way. She practically is calling for me to drive her. My baby is a red 1966 mustang convertible. She was a gift from my grandparents after my ‘accident’. She may be old but she runs smoothly and isn't that bad on gas after my friend and I messed around with her a bit. I throw my back pack into the passenger seat and hop in not even bothering to open the door. I start her up and she roars to life. I turn on the radio and make my way to the hell hole. Oops again, I mean school.

I pull into the school’s parking lot and everyone turns to stare at me. I turn down my music and some turn away. I find a decent parking spot and turn of my car. I reach over grabbing my back pack and my lunch. The bell rings and everyone heads inside the school. I open my door and get out of my car. Throwing my back pack over my shoulder and shutting then locking my door I head inside too. Yes I know it is pointless to lock the doors of my convertible but I door it anyways.

My feet carry me to the office and I stare at the door. Do I really want to do this? Nope but I am going to do it anyways. I open the door and step in the receptionist greets me. “Hello how can I help you?” “Hi I am Logan Reynolds the new student.” I tell her. “Yes of course I have you schedule right here” she tells me passing me a sheet of paper. “It has all of your classes on it along with your locker number and combo.” She tries to keep talking but I am already heading out the door.