Broken

Chapter 2

The sound of my alarm wakes me up and I'm left staring at the ceiling. I am going to school today. Yay me.

I'm honestly nervous.

Starting over could either be a good thing or a bad thing.

And I hope it ends up being for the better. Even if that means not knowing anyone in this tiny town. Being alone is what I'm used to. Sad I know. Well that's what my life is.

It's 7 am now and school isn't until 8:30 but I decided to wake up extra early since it's my first day of school, and because I need to fill out those papers for Barbara so I can give them to her on my way home from school later.

I quickly fill out the papers. The questions were mostly about myself. I put them inside my backpack and go to my closet to look for something to wear today.

Florida is very hot now. It's like 85 degrees today.

I decided to wear a pair of denim shorts and a white cami top. The top is very pretty and it's my first day so why not look decent.

I get dressed quickly and put my Stan Smith's sneakers on. I need a new pair asap these are like 3 years old but they're so comfy so I continue to wear them.

I go into my full length mirror and am satisfied with how I look.

I then make my bed, folding my sheets and fixing the pillows and I take my bag and head downstairs.

"Hey mom. I'm ready for school today." She turns around and hands me eggs, already knowing what it is. My favorite, two sonny side up eggs with white toast on the side.

"Okay Isabella have a good day." Those are the only words she says while exiting the kitchen, going upstairs, probably to get ready for her job today. It's her first day.

It makes me feel bad to know she can't even sit down and eat breakfast with me. She hasn't eaten with me once in a year, and I'm guessing she wants to avoid any conversation she has to have with me.

She's my mother, but yet I feel like I don't even have a mom anymore.

I sigh to myself, picking up my bag and heading outside.

I put my AirPods in to keep me company, and start walking to school.

When I finally see the sign for "Turnberry High School," I'm thankful because it's so hot and I've been walking for 15 minutes already.

The second I walk in, all eyes are on me. I'm guessing being the new girl senior year doesn't really help me.

This school is also really small. Much smaller than my old school.

Ignoring all the stares and whispers, I continue to walk down the hallway.

First thing I need to do is go to the office to get my schedule and my locker.

Okay so I have no idea where it is. This is great.

"Do you need help finding something?"

I guess someone saw me looking lost.

I turn towards the figure and my mouth drops. This girl looks like a model. She has brown wavy hair and striking blue eyes and she's so skinny, making me instantly feel fat.

She's wearing a mini denim skirt with a white tank bodysuit with wedges. She looks like she just walked off a runway

I haven't responded to her for a while, being caught up staring at her that I forget she even asked me a question, feeling embarrassed.