✨Prologue✨

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"AJ" I heard a soft and distant voice called my name.

"AJ" It was getting a little louder and now added with shaking my body.

"Abby wake up or you'll be late for your first school day" I recognized the voice and rubbed my eyes avoiding the light coming from the window. I hate when he opens the curtains to get me up. I sat up falling right back in bed because of how dizzy I got.

"Thanks dad for the amazing wake up song" I said with a fake smile and sarcasm in my voice.

"You're welcome honey" I rolled my eyes. My father ironically always gets my sarcasm even if he doesn't know how to use it himself. "Well bye love. Remember to drive safe." Dad said. I nodded as I remove the thick blankets from my body and yawned.

Dad walked out of the room I sighed and got up.

"I hate mornings" I murmured to myself as I entered the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. As I took my toothbrush I heard the door opened and my dad appeared with Amy and his suitcase in his hands.

"I almost forgot honey." He came to me and kissed my head giving me an arm hug because Amy was in his other side. "I love you" He whispered and smiled before walking to the door.

"I love you too Dad." I smiled "love you princess." I said waving off and smiling. That was exactly what I needed to start my first sophomore school day.

I brushed my teeth taking one last look in the mirror putting my hair in a bun before taking my clothes off. I stripped out of my clothes and hopped in the tub. I turned the water on avoiding the cold water coming out before the hot water. I washed myself and got out wrapping a towel around my wet body.

I walked to my room opening one of my drawers. I took my black and pink lingerine with black socks and put them on. I opened my towel in the bed taking my phone from the night table. I unlocked it and plugged the music cable in. I turned the volume up listening to 'Demons'.

"When the days are cold and the cards all folded and the saints we see are all made of gold. When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail are the worst of all and the blood's run stable" I sang as I look at my closet. I picked out black skinny jeans, red baggy Mikey Mouse sweater, and black with red Jordans.

"I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you but with the beast inside is nowhere we can hide. Not matter what we breed we are still made of greed. This is my kingdom come this is my kingdom come" I put my clothes on. I managed to grab my deodorant and lotion to put them on. I walked to my little make-up table taking a quick glimpse at my outfit as I passed by the mirror. I smiled and sat down. "Don't wanna let you down but I am hell bound. Though this is all for you don't wanna hide the truth. Not matter what we breed we still are made of greed. This is my kingdom come this is my kingdom come" I sang to the song while I was taking my eyeliner. I applied eyeliner, some blush and red lipstick. I put on my golden earrings with my initials (what everyone calls her 'AJ') engraved that my dad gave me for my 15th brithday. I let down my black hair from the bun it was and brushed it. I tied my hair up in a ponytail and sprayed perfume.

"Your eyes they shine so bright. I wanna save that light. I can't just escape this now unless you show me how" I kept on singing the song playing. I grabbed my red and black The North Face backpack from the hanger in my door, and my charger. "Don't get too close is dark inside. Is where my demons hide is where my demons hide" I zipped up my backpack leaving my charger inside. I unplugged my phone and closed the door behind me jogging downstairs. I went to the kitchen and took an apple. I took my spare key locked the door and sat outside in the sidewalk eating my apple. It was a little cloudly today and the air was cool. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, 7:45am. "Where is Haz?" I asked myself. I took the headphones out of my backpack and plugged them in. I played my next song and waited for Harry to come pick me up. My dad always says drive safe and I'm not even the one driving.

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