The Sun Will Rise || c.h.

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The beginning WILL be bad, just as a heads up. The story will get better later on after the first couple of chapters.

Calum's p.o.v.

"Calum Thomas Hood, you drag your butt out of bed this instant or you're gonna be late on the first day of school!" My mom sasses walking into my room and pushing the curtains open, allowing the sunlight to hit me right in the face.

I yanked the duvet over my face, trying to go back to sleep. " Just give me five more minutes." I snuggled into the blanket, enjoying the warmth and tried to go asleep, but it was ripped away from me. I tried to grab it back, but my mom held it just out of reach.

"Ughhh... fine you win. You win." I complained, finally getting up while rubbing my eyes.

She smiled triumphantly, leaving the room. "Oh and you have ten minutes before you're late to school."

I looked at the clock realizing she was right and rushed to my closet grabbing a random t-shirt along with black skinny jeans. I ran into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, changed, and did my hair in record time. I grabbed the backpack near my bedroom door and rushed downstairs grabbing a piece of toast and said goodbye to my mum, dashing out of the front door with her laughing in the background. 

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I arrived to school on time, but since the secretary took so damn long I was late for first period. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration before finally finding my first class for the day, Chemistry. Oh great. I fucking suck at it and don't get me started the cliche pickup lines involving Chemistry. 

I raised my hand knocking on the door and the teacher called me in. Everyone looked at me as I handed my note to him. "Oh okay. Calum right?" He asked. I nodded. What else would my name be? Bob? No offence to all the Bobs out there. "You can take a seat at Ashton, Luke, and Michael's table."

I walked to where he pointed and sat next to the guy with galaxy dyed hair. "Hey, I'm Calum." I said and he turned to me, smiling and held his hand out. "The name's Michael and that's Ashton and Luke." He pointed to the others at the table including a guy wearing a bandana, band tee showing off his muscles and another in tight ass skinny jeans with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Mr. Clifford please pay attention, I don't think your grades can take another failed test." The teacher upbraided and the class laughed.

"Of course, Mr. Clarks" Michael said sarcastically.

For the duration of the class I took notes, trying to understand what he was saying. I closed my notebook, stretching a little as the bell was about to ring, signalling the end of class. I found out that I had the same classes as Michael, but wouldn't be seeing the others until lunch. Now that they mention it I am a little hungry. Who am I kidding? I'm always up for food and sleeping and wifi. 

We started to put away our things as I stood up, chair screeching along with the others. The class was really crowded and we were all trying to get out of class. I bumped into someone roughly as I was heading out the door and was going to apologize but they had already disappeared into the crowd. I bent down to pick up the piece of paper they dropped, wanting to find out whose it was and give it back to them.

I was turning the paper around, but Michael dragged me out of the classroom and down the hall almost making me stumble and land face first, resulting in me almost dropping the piece of paper, but I put it back into my binder. For a guy with lanky arms he can sure drag someone. 

"Dang, is it always like this?" I complained, slumped down on the desk in CP Calculus, out of breath. I nearly escaped my demise from almost falling down the stairs and being shoved into the wall... face first.

Michael laughed, grabbing out his pencil and paper since class was about to start. "Afraid so mate. What was on the piece of paper you picked up in Chemistry that you almost died for?"

I shrugged opening up my binder and grabbed the piece of paper. Michael leaned toward me and we both gasped as we saw an expertly drawn picture of a bird with a broken wing, trapped in a cage. It looked like it was trying to escape, but we couldn't tell because the picture wasn't quite yet finished.

What really caught my eye though was how the feathers on the wings had blood slightly trickling down like it was hurt and right on the top of the intricate picture was the title scrawled neatly in calligraphy: Out of My Limit

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Should I continue???

edited (7/29/2014)