Through All of Your Flaws

chapter one

"Get up Aubrey!", my mother yells from downstairs.

I lazily lift myself up and realize what day it is...

Monday.

My face scrunches up at the thought of where I'm going today.

I slowly walk to my mirror and realize how much of a mess I am. My hair is sticking out in all sorts of directions, makeup is smeared all over my face, and I'm standing in just a baggy shirt and shorts.

I know I just woke up but even when I'm fully clothed and decent looking I still feel disgusted with myself.

Instead of heading to the bathroom, I grab the brown leather journal on top of my desk and open it. This journal has been untouched since the day I bought it. I kept it special just incase if anything memorable happened in my life.

I take the pen and click it once and stare at the blank page. I write neatly on top of the page and set it down carefully on my desk where it was was before. But this time I leave it open. I take a glance down and I see clearly the two words I printed on the page...

"Day One"

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Before I head downstairs I take one last look at my appearance and admire how I look. My hair is tied into a side braid and I have on a black cardigan with black skinny jeans and combat boots.

I feel pretty confident with my looks until I realize where I'm leading myself to.

I quickly rush down the stairs and take a seat without saying a word. It's not like my parents would say anything to me anyway.

They barely talk to me as if I'm invisible. The only way they open their mouth to me is when they order me around telling me what to do.

I always do as they say so I don't fail to disappoint them. But I feel as if I already did...

I try to push the bad thoughts out of my mind and try to think of what this day will bring me. Maybe this day won't be so bad after all. I mean it's my last year of high school and nothing worse could possibly happen.

I have a good amount of friends and I'm known as the "popular girl who gets a long with everyone". I don't have a best friend though. Having one just seems like a waste of time. I like having friends but I don't like keeping them too close. I like being by myself most of the time. I used to go out a lot but things change.

My mind wonders of all the things that could happen this year. Maybe my life will come together for once.

I may look like an astounding girl but no one knows how I feel on the inside.

Looking at the clock on the stove, I read the time *7:30*. It's time to go.

I walk slowly to the front door trying my best to take as much time as I want. I don't know why I'm so nervous. I never really was this paranoid about school until last year.

But maybe I'm just worried if he'll come back.

The knob of the door slowly turns as a firmly grasp it. I make my way outside and feel the nice Florida sun shining down own me.

I feel slightly overheated because of my black attire. That's just my style and I like blending in.

Walking towards my car, I see something that I haven't seen in all of the years I've been in high school.

I spy a figure walking down the sidewalk heading to school I suspect because of his black backpack hanging over his shoulders.

I take a few steps closer to see what he looks like.

His dark curly hair is pushed back and he has a few tattoos covering his arms.

He wears a plain white t-shirt and skinny jeans with these odd looking boots which suit him very well.

He's actually quite handsome.

No, stop it no more boys. Remember last time?

But I can't help but stare more, like he's luring me in.

He turns his head to find me taking in all of his appearance.

I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment and I quickly look at the ground and pretend I'm texting someone.

All I keep proceeding to do is typing random letters into my notes app until I hear his footsteps fade away.

I lift my head up to find that no one is walking down the street anymore and try to forget what just happened.

I open the door of my black jeep and sit in the soft cushioned seat.

When that boy looked back at me I felt sort of a strange feeling. It wasn't a bad feeling but it just didn't feel right.

Like the same feeling when I met Damon.

But that couldn't be possible. I just looked at him and he looked back, there's no big deal.