Kayla.

Chapter 1.

*beep, beep, beep*
I turn over and turn my alarm off, my head still pounding from last night. I get up to look in the mirror, oh my god I look horrible.

Once I had gotten home I had just fallen asleep and not taken any of my makeup off. I looked terrible.

I guess I have to quickly shower before going to hell, maybe it'll help with my hangover.

I get out of the clothes I was in last night, which by now are covered with spills and smelt like alcohol. i take a cold shower to wake me up and then get dressed. Black ripped jeans with fishnets, some converse and a black and white stripped shirt.

Guess that's a good enough outfit, I quickly brush my hair and put on some eyeliner. there, I don't look half as bad now. I look at my clock, "shit it's almost 7 I need to hurry or I'm gonna be late..".

I quickly grab my skateboard and backpack. I try my best to be as quiet as possible heading downstairs so my mom doesn't hear me. But with my luck she does, I hear her drunken scream "K-KAYLA? WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHHTTTT".

She can barely speak, she probably won't remember any of this when she wakes up. I hurry out the door and start skating off to school.

I have my headphones in blasting music half the way to school. I get there with about 10 minutes to spare.

I head into the bathroom to take some meds. My head is still pounding, how much did I even drink last night? Or maybe it's because I haven't eaten in three days. Who knows..

I hear the first bell ring so I hurry off to my home room. I get there just in time, I'm not late. my home room teacher glares at me, "you barely made it Kayla, you're lucky".

I give her a smirk well I take my seat. I know she hates my guts, but it's quite funny. I put my headphones back in and take a little nap. Home room is only like 20 minutes but it's okay, 20 minutes is enough for a small nap.

the bell rings to go to class I get up quickly and head out the door, I have Spanish first period. Chemistry 2nd, study hall 3rd, geometry 4th, English and then art.

I don't really go to lunch so I just use it as a study hall.

Let's see if I can get through today without some vodka won't we?.

Before I know it it's my art class and I'm so ready to get out of here. I've managed to make it through the day without a breakdown.

But I know that's coming at home once I walk in, if my mom isn't asleep. It doesn't really matter much thought, she probably doesn't  even remember.

In art all we really do is sketch in our little sketch books, the teacher sometimes gives us a word or phrase to paint/draw off of but that's pretty much it.

I usually just draw in my personal sketch book during class, now that's a sketch book I refuse to let anyone see. I sit in the corner away from everyone so it's not too hard to hide them.

Most of my sketches are really dark and no one ever understands why. Art is my escape, it's how I explain things when I can't find the words to comprehend how I feel.

As I looked up at the clock I realized class was almost over, and I quickly put my stuff away. I can't believe I got lost in thought again.

As the bell rings I can hear everyone getting louder and my thought turn into just a clutter of nothing. The hallway is always so loud you can't think. It's why I like it. I run to the end of the hall and walk out the back door. I put my locker by the door so I could just grab my skateboard and leave.

Finally, freedom.

**authors note**
yo, I'm sorry if this is absolutely horrible.
I don't know if I'm going to keep writing this story or even how far I will get writing it. but I hope it wasn't too bad, hope you keep reading as we get further into the story :)
P.S. sorry for any misspellings/ any bad grammar