*Slow process of editing* Forgotten.

Chapter One.

6:15am.

Turning on the exhaust I watched as the steam that once filled the tiled room, was swept up into the exhaust. I sighed inwardly and stepped into the warm shower. I let the warm water drizzle down my back for a few moments and then I began washing myself. Biting on my lower lip I try and get myself excited for today but the voice inside my head was gnawing at the back of my brain.

What if I screw everything up again?

Shaking the voice out of my head I stepped out of the shower and went to grab my towel, I was welcomed by the cold shock of the freezing tiles on my warm, wet skin, making me start to shiver frantically. Walking over to the door I open it just a tiny crack; enough to make a squeaking noise, just enough so I can see the linen cupboard across the hall. Taking in a deep breath and holding it I ran to the cupboard and threw the door open and wrapped a towel around my cold, wet skin. Walking into my violet painted room I quickly dried myself and studied the school uniform that lay on my bed. Crinkling my nose I swear this is the ugliest school uniform to ever be made; a white collar shirt and a gray skirt, the grey skirt almost looked like it had been down a drain and been coated a very disgusting dark gray to cover it. The material looked rough and scratchy and I groaned as I felt the irritating material to see if my assumptions were right, they were.

Slipping into the scratchy material I tugged on the hem of my skirt wanting to take it off, I took a look in the mirror and cringed; I look like I belong on the side of the street begging for money. Tying my wavy Honey blonde hair into a high ponytail, adding some mascara and some lip gloss I take another look in the mirror; this time I don’t look as bad as I did, thank the heavens. Taking a look at my phone again,

6:57am.

I unlock my phone and look at the picture of me and my best friend Emily. I look like a shortass compared to her but she’s only average height for her age which makes me feel worse about my lack of growth. I blame my mother’s genes. Emily’s dark green eyes twinkled with the light reflecting on them, her black hair was straight. I sigh as I put my phone down already missing my smiling friend. It’s only been two weeks and It already feels like I haven’t seen her in 2years. Starting a new school really does suck just like the movies.

Walking into the hallway the sweet smell of maple syrup and pancakes made my stomach grumble as I run downstairs and grab some pancakes and pour maple syrup all over them.

Stuffing more than a mouthful of pancakes into my mouth mum coughs and I look at her expectantly. “Didn’t you forget something?” She says taping her cheek with her index finger.

“Sorry, did you want me to kiss your cheek?” I tried to ask but the mouthful of chewed up pancakes started to fall from my mouth and she cringed her face.

“You’re disgusting.”

I smile brightly at her my mouth still full of syrup pancakes. She shakes her head disapproving of my lady manner. What can I say? I’m as girly as they get.

“Did you get your brother up?”

Shit.