Worst of Me

Chapter 1

ROSEANNE PARK’S POV:

I woke up to the sound of Basline playing. J-hope’s voice was filling the room as I got up out of bed reluctantly and slammed my hand down on the snooze button. I looked over to Summer who was still asleep somehow. Immediately, I threw a pillow at her. She groaned and threw a middle finger at me.

“Get up. It’s the first day of highschool.” I said to her, groggily sitting up.

“The school system’s just dumb us down. I don’t need an education that manipulates minds and tells me what to do. That’s bull.” Summer said, still sitting up.

“Well...actually I can’t argue with that.” I said, giving in as I went through my drawer. I decided on a gray shirt and my black and white jacket with Jimin’s name on the back, with some jeans.

Summer finally dragged herself out of bed, and walked sleepily to her drawer. She picked out a pair of black jeans and a random shirt. She got her BTS Love Yourself jacket as well.

“Should we buy breakfast at a drive-thru or eat here?” I asked her, after taking care of my appearance in the restroom.

“Let’s just eat breakfast here. There’re too many calories in fast food places.” Summer said.

“Yet you insist on keeping a stash of sweets around?” I said, sarcastically.

“That’s different,” she said. “It gives me energy. Besides I don’t eat that many.”

“Whatever.” I said, not looking to debate about it. “Get your bag, the bus is coming in 7 minutes.”

I walked downstairs and put on my shoes, waiting for Summer who was in the bathroom getting ready. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” She yelled. I heard her trip down the stairs, she walked over like nothing happened.

“Here.” I threw a breakfast bar at her and she caught it. She was already opening it and shoving it into her mouth. Of course her parents weren’t awake yet, it was 8 in the morning.

“Thanks.” she said. I heard a screech and sigh of exhaust fumes , the bus was here. I opened the door and grabbed Summer’s arm, dragging her out with me, as I ran towards the yellow vehicle. We just made it in the bus.

“That was too close. We should wake up earlier tomorrow.” I suggested.

“Oh God no. Waking up early? Ew.” she answered, sitting down in an empty seat in the back. I sat next to her. Summer took out her phone and plugged in her earbuds. She put one in her ear and gave the other to me. I heard BTS playing very loudly. The atmosphere was tense since so many newcomers were here. Thankfully, we got to the school in less than 10 minutes so we didn’t have to stay on the bus for too long. I took out my schedule to see what class was first. Choir, why, my singing voice isn’t good in the morning.

“Agh! Yes, choir is first period!” Summer said excitedly.

“Why’re you so happy about it?!” I exclaimed.

“Because I’ve been looking forward to getting back in choir all summer! 8th grade choir was awesome!!” Summer said.

We walked to the choir room together and walked in, the teacher had us write our names and then had us sit.

“Okay so class! First, we’re all gonna sing this little part to see if which group you’re gonna be in! The groups are Soprano 1, Soprano 2, and Alto. Soprano 1 is for those who can do high-notes, Alto is for those who can do low notes, and Soprano 2 is for those who can do both.” Ms.McGuire explained. “Alright, so who wants to go first?”