The Life of Bailey Walter- ON HOLD

Chapter 1- Damn You Karma

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Chapter 1- Damn You Karma

I woke up this morning, or should I say afternoon, on the first of August. Yeah, okay, it’s Friday and all, but we were given a pupil free day on the account of the accident that occurred the last weekend.

It was something about a car getting smashed by a truck, and the passengers died instantly. To be honest, the whole school has been down the whole week, considering it’s only a small town we live in; everyone knows everyone. And that poor lady that died, she had two young children and a husband, who is related to a fair amount of people in the town.

The funeral is today, and due to that, Principle Freeman of the private school- only the best principle ever, by the way- and Principle West of the public school- the cranky old lady- let everyone have this Friday off to grieve.

My choice of grieving? I slept in. Yeah, after school yesterday, I was kind of bummed out with everyone being so down. Not even I could cheer some people up, and that’s bad. Like, really bad. Anyways, I came home and stuffed my face with food- you know, the usual- and after watching an action packed movie with my father- Kieran Walter- I took a very long shower and went straight to bed. I didn’t even glance in my full body mirror to look at my bed appearance, because I don’t really care.

I mean, people’s opinions don’t really matter to me that much. As long as I’m content with who I am and I’m not drastically hurting anyone, I don’t see what the problem is.

“Bailey!” My lovely mother, of whom has the name of Sharia Walter, called from my door.

I didn’t answer, figuring the matter was so important she would come in. It’s not like I locked my door or anything. Wait, maybe I did. Last night I was pretty content in being left alone after that stupid action movie ended badly. Or maybe I just slammed the door.

Oh well.

“Bailey Donatella Walter!” My mother screeched, using my full name, “Open this door right now!”

Oh. So I did lock my door. I really must have been going for the whole ‘leave me alone’ phase last night.

I groaned very loudly into my pillow, not making a move to get up. What’s the time anyways? I’m a nocturnal creature, I wasn’t made for this.

“Don’t make me give Dylan all of your Oreo’s and Pringles!” My mum yelled.

Now that made me bolt out of my bed, but being so tangled up in my sheets like every other night, I fell to the floor with my sheets coming with me. What? I’m not a real heavy sleeper; I’ve never been known to stay still for more than ten minutes.