Survivng The Pain (Shawn Mendes)

Chapter 1

Samantha POV:

I shot up awake. Breathing heavily. I looked at the clock it was 2:46 am. I groan and lay back down. I had a terrible nightmare. I dreamt I lost my mom in a car crash. I was left all alone with no one and to fend myself.

It was so realistic. I relax and slow my breathing and fell fast a sleep once again.

*4 hours later*

My alarm went off. I groan and got out of bed like any other day. It was 6:45 am on a Monday. Back to damn school. I don't dislike the school, I dislike the people that goes there. They're all wannabe h*es! Yea that right. Was I jealous of them? Hell to the No. All they do is make people who they hate or jealous of life miserable. And I'm one of their favorite victim. Why? Cause rumors has it that the Queen Bee ex boyfriend has a thing for me. That why he broke up with her. I highly doubt it. I think they broke up cause she was a rude bi*ch who was screwing all the guys on the football team when her boyfriend was out of town for his other sport teams he on.

I drag myself to the bathroom. I turn the faucet on and close the drain and fill up my sink with mildly hot water. I splash the refreshing water on my face. Damn did that feel good. I put some face cleanser on and start washing my face. I hated the acne on my face. I had mostly on my forehead.

I dry off my face and start brushing my teeth. I rinse my mouth once done. I brush my hair, straighten it and put it in a side braid. I put the usually make on, foundation, mascara, eyeliner. I went back into my room, I pick out a tank top that ends right at the hem of my skinny jeans. I pulled over some rip skinny jeans. And a cardigan to cover up my cuts on my wrist. I don't have many on my wrist it mostly on my thigh.

I slid on my toms and headed out my room and straight into the kitchen. I live in a small house with 2 bedrooms. one for me and one for my mom. She has a wonderful job that can afford us a much bigger house. But I refuse to move. I grew up in this house. With some of the best memories. but also with some of the worst.

I grab the box of fruit loops, milk and a bowl. I pour my cereal in and then my milk. I grab a spoon out the drawer and sat at the kitchen island slowly munching on my breakfast. I heard closing the door. I turn around to see my mom walking in the kitchen.

"Good morning sweetie" she said kissing me on the cheek

"Hey mom" I said giving her a small smile.

"Are you happy being back at school after the weekend?" she said putting a coffee pod in the coffee machine.

"Nope." I reply

"Really you use to be excited" she reply putting creamer into her coffee

"Yea. I was before you know happen.." I trail off not wanting to mention the death of my best friend.

"Right.... Okay well I gotta go get ready. Don't get in trouble. love you" she said leaving the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand.

I finish my breakfast and put the bowl in the sink. I grab some energy bars and a water bottle. I toss it in my bag. I don't eat lunch at school. Our school is a free campus. U may leave for lunch but if your late to class after lunch u get in trouble. Since I can't drive yet. I just walk to whatever café close by the school.

I grab my house key, toss it in my front pouch. And left for school. I slid on my earphones, listening to the song Na Na by Trey Songz. Oh how addicting that song is. I grab my blue penny board and headed out the door. I hopped on my board and rode all the way to school. As I saw the school in sight I stop skating. I picked up my board and walk the rest of the way. I hurry to the side building where I always go and straight to my locker.

I walk towards my locker, dial in the number and grab my notebooks, shove them in my backpack and put my board in the locker. I closed in and walked to English class slowly, I took a seat in the back where I usually sit anyways.

Next thing I know a paper ball hit my head. I decide to open it... bad choice it had the words "Whore, Slut & Bitch" written all over it. I look up to see a smirk plaster on Courtney face. Great.. Way to to start Monday. I stuff the paper in my bag and slump back in my seat. English drag on for what seem like hours.