A/N: The picture of her outfit is on the far right!
Hope you're enjoying it so far :-)
I am editing now, so the update may take awhile on the mobile version.
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*beep beep beep beep*
I roll over and hit the button on my alarm.
"Ahhh...I guess I should get up then" I mumble to myself before I get out of bed and drag my legs towards the bathroom. I pick up my hair brush and comb through my thick burgundy red hair and put it up into a high bun.
"Hmmm" I hum.
I should really get my hair trimmed. Hah, I am too lazy to do that. Maybe next year.
I walk over to my drawers and grab my short sleeved white tee with a weird lady print on it. To match I pick a black sailor button skirt with a black cardigan with white hearts to compliment my below knee black socks with white dots. I conclude the outfit with my big unattractive glasses and black laced oxford shoes.
Okay.
I breathe in and out a few times and remember what my conversation with my psychologist Liz.
"Kimberly, when you feel like you have no control of your surroundings, I want you to practice breathing. Inhale the energy around you and then proceed to release it. Let it all go and move forward. You're not attached to results. Why?"
"I don't know?" I say skeptically as I gulped down some remaining saliva in my mouth to soothe my dried throat.
"Come see me again when you have the answer. I trust that will be soon if you don't remember to practice breathing in certain situations"
I snap out of my memory and exhale all my worries about the day ahead.
I can do this!
I walk downstairs to the kitchen and see some toast in the toaster and a note that reads
"Hey sweetie, me and your father are sorry we can't be their for you on your first day back at school but we had a call to go into work early. We left you some bread in the toaster. Eat before you go missy! you know what happens if I find out you skipped breakfast! P.s love you"
"Yeah that's if you catch me!" I huff as I scrunch up the note and aim for the rubbish bin.
"SCORE" I yell as it lands right into the bin without hesitation.
"Hmmph" I breathe through my nostrils.
She's so bi-polar sometimes. She knows I don't do breakfast most days. When I'm not hungry I don't eat, it's really that simple. "Gosh she's so....arggh" I let out with a sigh as I grab the toast and bury it inside the trash.
I look at the clock peering out the corner of my eye.
Eight twenty five am.
"Oh crap" I say with worry in my voice.
I rush to my bag on the couch and quickly put in my headphones and play Low Rider by War. God knows I need the motivation to run to school in ten minutes. I know I can make it. I don't live far away but I really don't need a tardy on my first day back at school.
I reach the hallway doors and burst through them as I start to power walk to homeroom. Eyes glaring my way but I remember to breathe and the anxiety doesn't seem unbearable. I open the class door. All eyes are on me but I just hurry to my seat. I have a window seat right at the back. It's the best spot in my opinion.
The breeze rolls onto my bare neck and I feel alive and not like I'm wasting my days away in this classroom getting nowhere.
"Miss Broden" Mr. Reddington says interrupting my thoughts away from the breeze.
"Huh?" I blurt out accidentally.
He coughs and lifts his arm to show the role in his hand.
"Oh, right...ah I'm here" I stutter awkwardly as the looks from everyone are my way again.
I sure do attract attention pretty fast.
"Good, next time pay attention Miss Broden or you'll be sent to lunch detention" Mr. Reddington says harshly.
"Yes sir" I respond a bit too enthusiastic.
I notice a boy who was must have been asleep, raise his head. He turns to look in my direction like I startled him.
"Mr. Dobbs, finally you've woken up to join us" he says contemptuous. "Perhaps you would like a detention with Miss Broden over there, considering she so rudely interrupted your precious sleeping time" he says sarcastically.
"Ah, yeah sorry about that, didn't sleep well last night" he explains nonchalantly to Mr. Reddington.
"Be quiet and pay attention, we will have a talk after I finish calling the role out" Mr. Reddington demands.
He nods and sighs.
I don't really know Spencer Dobbs well, or at all for that matter. We've never spoken before. I only know that he has lots of friends and isn't known for being punctual or good at school.
*Bell Ringing*
I get out of my seat and out of that class faster than Speedy Gonzales. I jog to my locker and punch in the combination, grab my schedule and books for classes today. I have Photography Club last period.
Yes, yes, yes! I've been waiting to get back to photography club all holidays.
I have A.P Chemistry first so I make my way to the chem lab and sit in my spot. Like every year. We have partners assigned this year but apparently mine was absent for unknown reasons. Great, I have to do this alone!. I don't really care since I love chemistry and I can easily do it by myself but I feel left out in some way. I've always felt cautious about being alone and yet at the same time I was used to it and preferred the peace. Then the only person I could disappoint was myself.
The day goes by quickly and before I know it, I'm heading to photography club. I greet Mr. Jacobs the photography clubs new teacher. He nods my way and lets me take my seat. I don't have any friends at school, not even in photography club. I only socialize when it seems necessary. Which isn't very often.
I am pulling out my camera from my bag as someone walks into class. I look up and my brows furrow as I recognize who just walked in. It's Spencer Dobbs. He stands right in a spot with the light shining on his face and hair.
What's he doing here? Why does he look so familiar right now?
He turns his head and scans the room. His eyes meet mine and I see a slight smirk growing on his face.
What is this guys deal?
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A/N:
Hey guys, sorry for the delay, I am currently setting up my new travel business, which takes groups overseas. It's called Mind Your Own Travel Club :-) We're going to Hong Kong in September for 11 days with 30 people ( you should come when it's sorted out!). It will be super fun. So anyway that's why I've been preoccupied but atlas I got the next chapter done and I hope to update soon, It really is all about motivation and well my personality is lazy so we'll just have to see about frequent updates.
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