Starry Eyed

Chapter 1

Every since I was a child my father used to tell me there was always a bright side to even the darkest situations. Being the naive kid I was, I never took it to heart.

Until it was too late to hear his voice again.

My father was a victim to cancer. Yet another life lost among millions just so the human race can continue evolving. A useless mutation just so the natural order can continue going. Who even came up with the idea of natural selection? Who decided that someone should die in order to benefit others? I see how one life is better than losing millions, I really do. But, that doesn't make it any better knowing your role model, mentor, caretaker, and friend was gone. It doesn't make the pain any less heart breaking.

What didn't help was facing hell on an anniversary of his death. A torturous chamber which leaves quite a few scars on those brave soldiers that make it through: A place also known as high school. The place where the rumors spread almost as quick as the STD's and gossip. Luckily, I only have to face one year of this hellish torture until I gain my freedom or diploma as some call it.

"Teagan Penelope Brown, if you are not down here within the next five seconds I'm taking away Cheryl!" My mother screeched, interrupting my train of thought by threatening to take away my baby. She was gorgeous, only a few years old, and was the love of my life. That's right you guessed it.

I was the proud owner of a sky blue mustang.

If you were thinking I was a teen mom, you were a bit far-fetched my friend. Not that I had anything against them, I just had a non-existent social life, let alone sex life. I quickly checked the alarm clock conveniently put by my bed, only to realize I had 5 minutes to get ready.

Just my luck.

Rushing into my closet, I half-heartily pulled out the first items I saw, shoving them on along with a pair of purple converse. Stuffing my keys and phone into my pocket, I race down the stairs combing my hair out with my bare fingers. The kitchen looked the same as usual, a organized mess, with batter and food placed all over the counters. Ah, the benefits of having a caterer as a mother.

"Bye mom, love you. See you later," I yelled, grabbing a blueberry muffin and heading out the front door barely able to hear my mother's response in return.

I hopped into Cheryl, glad to see my bag on the passenger seat from the day before, and pulled out of the driveway. One could only dream that the first day would be a calm day. With all the incoming freshmen trying to impress everyone with caked faces and overloads of cologne, it was a miracle if you could walk through a calm hallway between classes, let alone a day without facing any of it. Last year alone I had to use my jacket as a breathing mask in the girls locker room! I mean, ladies you're all beautiful, but there's a difference between wanting to smell nice and leaving a trail of your perfume everywhere you walk.

I eased Cheryl into a cozy spot in the back of the parking lot. Also known as one of the few places she was least likely to get hit or banged up. The scars and scratches left on her from people opening their door too close or too hard are proof. People these days have no respect for good cars.

"Only 8 hours till it'll be over," I breathed getting out of the car and grabbed my car, carelessly shutting the door. Some would say I'm crazy for talking to a car. I call them the crazy ones for obsessing over trends and celebrities who wouldn't give them the time of day. I mean, if Channing Tatum so happened to miraculously come into town and proposed to me I definitely wouldn't argue. But it wouldn't happen so no point in obsessing over it.

I wonder if famous stars like him and other ever had to face the cruel world of high school. They probably did, well the ones that gained fame after their teenage years. If you had millions of dollars would you want to go to school when you could have a tutor? I think not. Considering how most schools were full of unappetizing lunch, gossip/rumors and people you wouldn't really care about once you graduate, could you really blame them for getting tutors?