Beautiful Disaster

Ch.1

Ever since that night all I had done was cry and now that I was finally taking a look at myself in the mirror after lying in bed I shivered at the image.

I wondered how I allowed myself to succumb to this over a stupid boy. I decided that this was it, I refused to cry over this anymore. So with that being said, I got up, got dressed and headed straight to school for the first time in a week.

After I stepped out of my car, I made my way to the front steps of the school building.

Lancet Academy, it read in big bold letters.

This was the only school in town so of course everyone knew everyone. Our school was seen as the towns rumor mill. Nothing could get passed anybody if you were a student at Lancet but I assumed that's the con about living in a small town.

Before pushing open the front heavy metal doors I took a deep breathe. I knew as soon as I opened it everyone would stop and stare.

Maybe I should've taken a day off again. No, I'm stronger than that.

I shake my head as a way to rid my thoughts and open the door.

Here we go, it's now or never.

With that peace of advice in mine, I began to walk through the halls towards my locker as the whispers started.

Like I said nothing could get passed these kids even if some of them weren't at Jeremy Holden's Halloween party, they still knew.

I kept my eyes straight careful not to make eye contact but the moment I did I wish I hadn't. Looks of pity were planted on all their faces.

I was now extremely conscious of how many people were actually in the hallway and why they weren't focused on getting to class rather than watching me.

Feeling as if my locker couldn't have been any farther at this moment I begin to panic.

The looks of everyone flashed through my mind again and when I successfully reached my locker I stuck my head in it. I pretended as if I was looking for something when really I was trying to focus on calming my breathing and get rid of this slight dizziness I was suddenly feeling.

As you can see pity was not my thing.

"Okay shows over everybody get to class." Said a voice next to me.

As if on cue the bell rang signaling class would be starting and that was all people needed to hear as they started rushing out of the hallway instead of focusing on me.

Suddenly I felt a hand press against my back in a soothing soft manner. I knew those hands like I knew my own. After all those were the hands that have been wiping the tears off my face since I was 5.

"Breathe in and out, come on. " they said as they continued to rub my back.

As I followed that pattern I slowly started to breathe clearly again. The lightheadedness feeling going away slowly as well. When I finally felt as though I could breathe without having to coach myself I slowly pulled my head out my locker and turned towards the person.

"Thank you Dina." I gratefully say to my wonderful best friend standing beside me.

Dina Moresine. The spitting firecracker with a caramel skin tone that resonated at a solid height of 5'8 who had managed to put up with me for 12 years now. Today she had her hair natural curly brown hair half up half down and her makeup flawless as always.