\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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Waking up, I've never felt more drained of energy in my life. I slowly stride to my mirror positioned against two adjoining walls, peering within it only to find a hideous alien also known as me, Vivian Faith.
My hair is a literal rat's nest while my eyes droop from loss of sleep, but by now I'm used to it. Ever since my mom disappeared, I've never been able to sleep. I've gone to therapy, but it hasn't helped one bit, if anything it feels as if it made it worse, talking about it in all those never-ending sessions...
A sudden knock on my door jars me out of my staring contest with myself, not even a split second later, the door opens to reveal my father standing on the threshold.
"I have to leave early, but breakfast is waiting for you downstairs."
I slightly smile a fake smile, "thanks."
"No problem...well I got to go, see you tonight," he blows me a kiss then is gone like smoke dissolving into the atmosphere. Typical
I catch a glimpse of my bedside clock and my eyes nearly pop out of my skull when the time finally registers in my mind. I race to my dresser and rapidly pull out denim jean pants and a short sleeve shirt reading "I hate Mondays" on it.
In a frantic manner, I rush down the stairs and to the kitchen, a bowl of cereal waiting for me on the oasis. I grab hold of the plastic bowl and rush to my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder, my books making a loud thud as they clash against one another.
I run out the door, my bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios in hand as I make my way down the long sidewalk to my school, Timberland High. As I pad down the walkway, my shoes slap against the pavement, echoes spreading throughout the quiet neighborhood.
Within minutes, I'm nearing the school building that stands high with all it's said glory. The window panes reflect blinding sunlight as do the nice and overly expensive cars parked in the parking lot. I feel the gazes from those around me boring holes into my back as I run at an accelerated speed into the school building.
"V! Over here!" I hear a familiar voice shout but nonetheless, I keep running for the life of me.
"Can't...Gonna...Be...Late!" I spit out in between inhales of air. I run straight for my class that is all the way down the hall and two lefts and a right, but on an easier note, it's all the way across the campus! the "Popular Trio" give me looks of pure disgust as they scrutinize my rushed figure, but I could care less. All that they are are a bunch of rich snobs that think they're cooler than everyone else, which is downright wrong and pathetic in every way.
I close in on the classroom door that leads to mental abuse to humans, or if you want to put it into your words, math: my first torturous class of the synthetic day.
I grab hold of the doorknob, pulling it open with such force that the door is ripped from my grasp and violently slams against the wall. I storm into the room, expecting the eyes of my classmates to be on me and following me to my seat, but the hated feeling of being watched doesn't come to rest on my shoulders.
I pace to my seat and rapidly pull out the chair, sitting down, my eyes dilating. I take in large quantities of air in an effort to calm my beating heart that might as well jump out of its cage.
But the clearing of a throat interrupts me from my wide gazes at the tiled floor with black scuff marks.
"Miss Faith," my math teacher utters, "you're early, just like always!" She presses with a mock sarcastic voice.
"What?"
"You're early, there's no one here yet but you," she states, and I'm taken back by surprise. I turn my head and scrutinize all the empty chairs and desks just waiting to be filled with rowdy teenagers, like myself.
"Oh..." I mutter.
I hear Mrs. Cline chuckle under her breath at my idiotic self.
"It's alright dear, you can go ahead and enjoy your Cheerios, class doesn't start until another ten minutes," she chirps, then suddenly I feel embarrassed.
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Hope you liked this chapter! Are you always late or early to class?
