Half A Heart.

Chapter 1: Vanilla Beginnings

Jojo's POV

"ALEX!, Get up now or I'm going to get the cold water by the count of ten" My mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Wow this day just got interesting. My mom was always yelling at me to get up. 

"1..... 2..... 3..... 4...." My mother yelled loudly. "Alright '' I scream defeated,  as i pull on my shirt and pants. I look at the time and mentally slap myself, its already 7:50 and school starts at 8:45. I still have a 20-25 minute drive ahead of me. And i have to to stop and get gas. I have to rush through my Makeup. I straighten my hair like every other day. I run down stairs where my mom hands me a glass of orange juice and a granola bar. I wave bye to her and run out to my car. 

I drive a few blocks so i can pick up my best friend. We've known each other since the 8th grade. She's obsessed with Reeses, and i call her myn (Mon) her real name is Emyne. Her and i have been close as hell the last 4 and a half years. I moved around alot when i was younger so making friends was hard, she got me really quick so we have been inseparable ever since. She is a 5 foot -8  girl. She's so funny She always puts me in a good mood. Its also her Job.

I drive by her house and see her waiting on her steps. She runs to my car. I mean literally runs full speed towards me. 

She hops in and Screeches on the top of her lungs! "Aren't You Excited???'' 

I hand her a Granola bar. As we drive to our new campus with Panic At The Disco Blares on the radio! I love this band even though barely anybody knows them. I'm weird, i guess because sometimes i feel like the only person in the world that listens to them, even though everybody listens to Fall out boy.

 I'm not your average girl.... Sure i love makeup and clothes just like every other girl in america... But sometimes i wish i was average. I was born the older child of three. My mom and dad split up and basically divorced, when my mom was driving home one night and got hit by a car. She had just picked up emily, my older sister. My sister lost her life that day, she was 7. I don't remember it much because my mom was pregnant with me at the time. I turned out alright but my parents haven't been the same since. My little brother Matt is 12 years younger than me and loves me, he's only six and still hates girls. I usually live with my mom, who is a nurse because my dad is a lawyer and never is home. Since i was born, i have never lived with both of my parents.

A/N ( Thank you all so much for reading. This is my first book. I can update all the time. Please be nice.)