Alone.

Alone. Chapter 1

Hello, Hi, Hey, a book yay! I like to dedicate this book to Niall Horan (my baby), One Direction, 5 Seconds Of Summer, and music. Love you x

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I didn't want to wake up; I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It's almost like a reverse nightmare, when you wake up and you're relieved that it's just a nightmare, but when I wake up, my nightmares begin.

And that's so, I slowly wake up, re-focusing my eyes. The nightmares begin. Saying I'm not fond of school is an understatement, the days get slower which is so painful.

I turn my ring so the face is upright, the ring that my grandma left me before she died, happily.

I envy that, dying happy, knowing that everything is alright and knowing your life was joy and pure bliss. I look at the features of the ring, the soft gold and the sharp glittering diamond on the top.

So beautiful.

I turn to face my clock 7:45am, I hate school. The rude bitchy people, who are socially dumb and think that ruining others is a good thing and gets them through life. Trust me, it doesn't, but how should I know what a perfect life is?

I stare at my beautiful Nirvana t-shirt, I decide to put on some pants to say hello to my parents before they leave.

I slowly make my way downstairs, looking for my parents.

I exit my door, yawning from only have limited time sleeping. I walk down the stairs and I squint, trying to look down the bright and long hallway.

I turn around and I see my sister sitting down reading and I roll my eyes.

"They've gone to work ya' dip-shit." She mumbles, still focused on the book. I laugh to myself and I walk back up the long stairs getting ready for school.

It would of been nice to say good morning to my parents, with warm smiles and warm hugs. But work is more important. Well that's what I tell myself, they can't be bothered with me, I barely remember the day my parents said good morning to me.

I finish getting ready for the hell-hole, as people call school. I walk down my hallway admiring the paintings, my house is large and well furnished, but it holds so many memories, mostly dark.

We aren't a poor family, but there is negative to having a rich family. Selfish Snobs.

I grab my school bag and run out the door. I put in my headphones and start listening to my life. Music.

I love my music. Nothing is better than music, it helps you. Through everything.

I slowly make my way around the corner to the front of the school. Yay.

The bell rings and I cram my way through the locker bay. I slowly pull open my locker as the door is pushing the people closely next to me. I grab my books and head my way to class, I check my diary. Great. Science and maths. Fucking, kill me. I make my way through the class door and give a fake smile to the teacher. I sit in the back corner of the classroom, zoning out of everything.

I draw the Led Zeppelin logo on a sheet of paper whilst listening to the teacher, I guess I am alright at school, I leave everything to last minute but get good grades. Makes no sense but I accept it and continue on with my monotone life.

6 hours of hell finished for the day, I listen to the beautiful last bell as I pass the halls. I turn out to look out the window and all of this pressure was put onto my books and they go everywhere.

"Oops." A girl says whilst laughing.

"Get fucked you skank." I spat just before I pick up my books.

"Wow you bitch." She laughs

"You know, I thought the exact same thing when you pushed my books down, so bye!" I fake smile, once as I finish picking up my books.

I watch the slut walk off and laugh to myself, I love standing up for myself, their faces! My god. They're so hopeless.

I have no friends really, I talk to people but I guess I am not friendly with people. I honestly haven't done anything bad but I guess I'm unlucky. It's hard for me to actually like people in this school.

I exit the school and let out a sigh
of relief. Time to go home and spend hours on the internet, my life everyday.