the no one, thats a sea one

Chapter O N E

tHiCk WhITe LiNeS

6 years later

I woke up too early again.
5:37am, the lock screen of my phone displayed. Great, 2 hours of sleep I won't get, because I know I won't be able to get back to sleep so I may as well get ready. School doesn't start until 8:40am so I have a bit of time before I have to walk through the doors of Hell.

I walked out of my room grabbing my phone along with me, still wearing my short, lose Puma shorts and my oversized Adidas shirt; my pajamas from the night before. Unlocking my phone and going into Spotify on my phone, I pressed 'Shuffle' on my 'laugh' playlist and "I wanna be yours" by Artic Monkeys comes on.
Bobbing my head along to the beat while discussing with myself what to have for breakfast.

Cereal and milk? Nah too many carbs. Granola and passion fruit yogurt?
Hmmm I'm not up for granola today.
Ok ok what about the passion fruit yogurt with the fruit salad Aunt Nadine brought for the Australian Day BBQ the other day? Yea sounds good. As I set my phone on the kitchen counter and dance towards the small fridge my family of six shares, grabbing the fruit salad and ducking down to get the yogurt on the bottom self. I place both items down on the counter next to my phone as I walk towards the cupboard that stores the bowls and cups and other kitchen items. I grab a bowl and a blue mug, placing both of them on the counter I get a spoon from the draw below the counter and continue my work on filling my bowl with the contents I've chosen while I fill my mug with water.

When I'm done, grabbing my mug and phone in one hand and using the other to hold my bowl and spoon, I walk outside to the porch in my backyard. Setting my mug and phone down as it plays 'Leanworld by Yung Lean', on the coffee table surrounded by chairs, I sit in one of the chairs that faces the view of Menton Beach that's in fount of me.
Grecian your 16 tomorrow.
Bringing the first spoonful of yogurt and fruit to my lips.
So what the fuck are you doing with your worthless life.
Chewing the food in my mouth, I look down to the thick white lines that rap around my left wrist, growing longer as the reach up my forearm, past my elbow, and eventually coming to a stop at my shoulder.
I trace the lines with my finger.
These are nothing, my legs are covered in more of these scars then I can count.
I look back towards the pink and orange sky.
It's beautiful.
Putting another mouth of fruit in my mouth, as I watch the sun grow.

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8:15AM

School was never my thing, I always hated it. like yes I understand we need education and 'knowledge is power' and all that shit but like why do people make it so damn hard. Teenagers are already going though Hell with parents and expectations and figuring out what the actual fuck we wanna do in life but nooo lets just make it worse for us stupid kids, lets make em wake up at 7am, and force the little shits to go to high school from Monday to Friday.

Getting caught up in my rant I didn't notice that my I had arrived at school. My dad parked the car in the drop off section of the road next to the front gate. I gathered my things and opened the car door; stepping out onto the foot path.

"Bye dad"

"Bye, and don't forget you have your youth group tonight at 7."

"Yep thanks."

I close the car door shut and start walking towards the front gate of Our Lady of the Sacred Heart; the high school that I attend. Hearing 'Heart Shaped Box' by Nirvana fading down the road, I walk through the gate and down the bricked courtyard, up the stairs and through the year 8 corridor I finally arrive at my locker. 467

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~Sorry that was really short and sucky, I had a hard tryina figure out how to start this off so this is what I got. Hope y'all like it. ~ Libra✌️