Dreamer☀️ {Completed}

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This is copyrighted. Don't steal my work, damnit. Oh, I'm awful at writing first chapters but I swear this is some good stuff.
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   "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to just love and be loved in return." - Moulin Rouge

Dedicated to my teacher, Mrs. Cawood, and Official_LiaLovee . Mrs. Cawood taught me how to reach for the stars, and Kalia taught me how to get there.

Do you ever have those days where you just wake up and know it's going to be a disaster from the start? Maybe it's from the way the sky looks, or that nagging feeling that's beginning to sprout in the bottom of your stomach. Sometimes you just know when things aren't going to be right, and today was just one of those days.

Firstly, my favorite AC/DC sweatshirt was found with a hole the size of a mini crater in it, thanks to my annoying yet lovable dog.

Secondly, I slipped in my dog's piss on my way to the bathroom. I was already an hour behind schedule thanks to my alarm clock being mysteriously unplugged, but this shit was just not helping.

After rushing through getting out of the shower and brushing my teeth, I had to deal with the rats-nest that had suddenly become my wavy hair. It had a life of its own.

"Angelina! You're going to be late! Don't forget your medicine and to let the dog out!"

I grunt in response to my mom's voice, kicking my door shut. Sometimes you just need a moment where everyone just shuts the hell up, including yourself.

Then, don't get me started on ripped jeans. How fucking agitating is it when your foot goes into one of the rips? Then you spend at least five minutes untangling yourself from the disaster that's become your life. Oh honey, I know. And on top of all that, it was my birthday.

Lacing up my combat boots and throwing on a Pink Floyd shirt instead, I throw my hair into a messy bun. I could care less about what people thought about me at this point. I heard all the rumors. I knew all the things people whispered about me behind my back. Why had the schools most popular girl fallen to the bottom so suddenly and without any warning? Well maybe, just maybe, the noise got a little too loud.

Shrugging my leather jacket on, I get my coffee brewing. Some people liked cocaine when they woke up, but I just liked a nice cappuccino in the morning. Popping the pills in my mouth without water, because I had become accustomed to taking them this way, I didn't even flinch.

Electric sparks shot out every which way, causing screams to come from my mouth and barks to come from my dogs.

"Fuck you, universe!" I scream, swiping the coffee machine off the counter top which only caused more electrical sparks to fly everywhere.

"Fuck it." I mumbled, snatching up my backpack and beckoning my dog Riley to follow me. She was such a fat thing, but my mom had to feed somebody and that somebody was going to be Riley.

Once I turned my key into ignition and my car didn't roar to life, I knew things had just taken a complete turn for the worse. This day was shit. Complete and utter shit. Why was I even here? 

Slamming my car door, my feet begin to make splashing sounds in the puddles left in the street. It was going to be a fifteen minute walk and maybe, just maybe I had time to stop by my locker and dump the one hundred pound text books off.

The rain started slowly at first. So slow I had to look at my wrist to make sure my eyes weren't just seeing things. Then it was a downpour, a downpour that had me kicking a rock and then wincing in pain when I felt my toes crunch up. Yeah, I tend to make very idiotic decisions when I'm angry. They say you live and you learn, so maybe this was me supposedly learning.