Love, Laila (ON HOLD)

02| School

It was time to get up, and I absolutely dreaded getting up in this morning, opening my eyes with the last energy I have in me was worthless and still is. School was in an hour an half, and today was Monday. Well, crap. I am currently in Kimber High, North Carolina, where the devils are seen as humans.

I walk klutz-ingly to get ready for today, and pause for second to stare at the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot, and my hair is an complete mess. My shorts are a bit lowered, revealing some of my Calvin Klein underwear where my top is off-shouldered, showing my tan shoulders and my bra lace. I didn't want this. I didn't want this.

I bite my tongue, hoping it would bleed, and decided it was time to finally get ready to head for school.

I wore a white shirt, sleeveless and it had straps at the start, ending my mid-rib cage. I put on black tight jeans, put my hair in a messy bun and grabbed a random blue sweater to put on. It wasn't hot, but I'd rather wear jackets than reveal my scars. I put on some random converse I usually wear then sprinted down the spiral stairs of mother's house.

"Lena! Vieni o cosa?" I ask my older sister, Lena, as I'm getting a bunch of berries from the fruit pot and stashing them into my mouth. She always asks me to drive her to college, which is like two blocks away and her lazy bum can't walk to, and she's majoring in business and accounting and she wishes to become something big in the future, which I totally believe she will.

"Laila! What did I say about talking Italian in the house? Talk in another language!" Mama shouts from up the stairs and I roll my eyes at her, thankful for her not seeing me right now. She married my Italian dad, and ever since he disappeared, she despised the whole language. I fidget my foot, and hope Lena would come quicker.

"I'm here, I'm here, let's go," she hurries towards me as she fixes her bag across her chest.

We both jump into the car, I drop off Lena at her college, and I stop at the Julio café, for my daily crescent. I'm supposed to get to class in less than five minutes, but food comes first.

"Laila! Hey!" A squeaky voice echoes from behind me, and from that moment. I knew I was going to be late for school. I give the barista my money in exchange for the crescent, and plaster a fake smile on my face. I hate people.

"Riley! Hey! It's been a while, " I chirp to her. Riley was roommate in my first year in Kimber High, and she was the reason I hated this school. She would try to get me into parties, hook up with guys, fail my grades apparently. Last year, I caught her switching names with my test in Calculus, and I reported to the principal who got her suspended for the rest of the school year. It wasn't her first try to do that, no wonder why I got D's and C's. And now I'm in my last year here, and the first time I've seen her since that incident.

"It's been a while! I have so much to tell you!" She jumps enthusiastically and mentally roll my eyes at her, "come on, have a seat!"

"Oh no, I have school to attend you know, so sorry!" I fake with my skills, "This weekend though?" I invite her, and pray to god she won't accept.

"Sounds great! I still have your number, so we can arrange!" She smiles, "See ya!" She says, as she skips to the end table of the café. Looks like I have to cancel some sleeping plans for this weekend.

I get in my car, and finally reach school, only with about 32 seconds to spare. I sprint through the corridor and enter the music room. Seeing the whole class standing behind their instrumental stands, immediately wave at everyone, getting used to my plastic routine. This sure was going to be a long day.