Chapter 1: High school..what could possibly happen?
*Beep, beep, beep..* I faintly hear my alarm clock go off in my still half asleep state. I smacked the alarm clock which caused it to unplug from the wall. Morning already? I thought. Slowly, I climb out of my comfy bed to a very cold room that has two purple walls while the other to other walls have a light teal color with black designs. I have a smokey color furniture set along with a book shelf filled with books, movies, and such. My guitar I have to say is my prize possession while I have my art things scattered around the floor.
I grabbed my phone to see what the time is at the moment and I saw that it was 6:15...got alittle over an hour to get ready for my first day of 9th grade.
I grab a pair of black shorts, a BVB shirts, and a pair of long black socks and put them over my batman undergarments. Once I was done with that, I go over to my mirror and slowly started to make myself look presentable: brushed my hair, put on some eyeliner, mascara, and a light shade of pink lipstick. Next, I put on a few band bracelets on. Once I feel like I look good enough, I grab my black bag that has my school stuff in and started down the stairs to the kitchen. I have to say, It's a nice, big house. Alittle too big for only 5-within a year only 4-people living in it since my mom is a pretty damn good lawyer while my step is a good business man.
I grab a chocolate chip muffin and ice coffee from the fridge before I sat down on a nice size marble table in our nice looking-my moms taste to nice looking...It's to fancy for me-dinning room before slowing eating my food and thinking about how the school year will end up like.
Last year, after what happened, things changed for me; Ive become less outgoing, it's harder for me to trust, and I prefer being alone. It's weird how much one person can effect you and your whole entire life. Everyone was shocked at what had happen between Nicolas and I. Kim pratically beat the shit out of him.
I think what pisses me off the most is that after a week or two later, he broke up with the slut and tried talking to me. It hurt a lot; though I still wish we were together. He was my first love. Maybe but....you never know. It hurts thinking about-...
I was cut out of thought when Haley came into the dinning room with poptarts along with my mom following behind her. Haley slowly eats her food, probably texting her friend Amanda freaking out about their first day of 6th grade-first day of middle school. Nothing really exciting, just one step closer to hell for a couple of years.
She then asks me the same question she's been asking me these past few months, "So, when are you going to get a boyfriend?"
"I'm not going to get one," I spat. I wanted to say 'Because no one wants me...'. My mom gets her coffee and bags together before coming into the dining room. With that, I knew that I have to get the rest of my stuff together and get into my moms car. Can't forget my camera as I tucked it in my bag.
On the way to the school, my mom decided to speak. "You're going to be home alone later. Haley has cheer leading later, Mark won't be home for a week because of a business trip, and Kara is always busy...you know that. Okay?" I answered her with an okay and looked out the window to see the things that are passing us. God, help me...
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I walk in a very busy and crowded school, trying to find my homeroom teacher-Mr. Eargle. It took me awhile since most people don't have manners or don't even care about helping me, but I eventually made it still in one piece. My friend Kim ended being in my homeroom so it made my life easier so I didnt have to hunt her down.
