Freshman Year

Chapter 1: Walking into Hell

Beep beep beep! I pulled my pillow over my head to block out the nuisance, but the sound was still audible through my pathetic muffler. I reached my hand across the night stand to slap my alarm clock, immediately shutting it up, and rolled out of bed onto the floor. Maybe if I stayed there long enough I'd forget why I was up so early. I waited for several minutes, drifting in and out of reality, eventually getting up and stretching out my body.

"First day of highschool," I said in a regrettable tone. I headed for the bathroom to get a quick shower.

"Agh, holy shit!" I screamed while attempting to rub shampoo out of my eye. I heard my mom yell from the living room to watch my language in a half-assed manner. I rolled my still burning eyes at her silly remark. Like she even pays attention to anything I do. It's always about my older sister, Belle. I wrapped my body in a towel, still flustered by my mother's comment, and headed to my humongous closet.

Outfit of the Day: Converse, striped skinny jeans, Falling in Reverse shirt, and black leather zip-up jacket.

After I had finished straightening my hair, I tucked one of the many blue strands hidden in my pitch black hair behind my ear. I stepped back and took a look into my full length mirror.

"Ew. My face. I should probably fix that," I sneered at myself. I walked over to my makeup bag and applied my foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and some chapstick. I took another look in the mirror and was satisfied with the distortion of my face. I quickly brushed my teeth and headed for the door.

On my way out, my mother caught my shoulder and turned me around to face her. "Have a great first day of high school sweetie!" she said, and then pulled me close to her in a tight hug. When she pulled back she added to her previously sweet remark,"but honestly Alex, I don't know why you have to dress like this! Why can't you just get your older sister Belle to help you find better clothes? I'm sure she'd be willing to help you if you asked nicely." This suggestion caused the little sweetness of that moment to disappear. I jerked away from her and ran out the door quickly before my mother could get another word in.

I ran out with frustration in my stride. Why did my mom always have to compare me to Belle? I don't care that she is the cheer captain or that she drives her fancy sports car to school everyday, I hope I'm never anything like her! Belle is a bully. She even told Mom she didn't wanna drive me to school because I might embarrass her! So Mom arranged for me to have a private driver instead, which isn't really all that bad to be honest. I much rather prefer Mr. Bentley over her any day.

As I opened the car door I greeted Mr. Bentley in a semi-annoyed voice.

"Is anything the matter Alex?" He sounded worried, but I didn't ease his troubles even in the slightest with my response, because he knew immediately I was lying.

"Fine, sir. I'm just a bit nervous for my first day of highschool is all." Lie after lie after lie.

"I'm sure you'll do just fine, sweetheart," he said in a fatherly tone.

"Thank you so much Mr. Bentley." He nodded at me and then proceeded to drive towards my school campus.

Back in Junior High I had very few friends, and the friends I did have went to Johnson High School instead of Clarkson, like I did, so I honestly don't know anybody at this school besides my sister, but it's not like she's gonna talk to me anyways.

The car pulled up in front of my new school and I witnessed teenagers scattered all across the school yard. As I stepped out off the car I could feel glares like a great sensation all across my skin. Don't these people have anything better to do? And so with that thought in mind, I began my walk towards Hell.