Star-Crossed

CHAPTER FOUR.

SKY

Waking up that Tuesday evening was a complete hell. Sometimes the extremely gloomy days appeared out of nowhere, and this was one of them. My first day of school yesterday took all of my energy—being in front of people, all of them judging me. It was exhausting.

There were moon shaped scars on my palms, due to me clenching my fists so much all day yesterday. It was my way of relieving stress, and punishing myself for my very own existence. It was not a good way of coping, but much better than what I used to do.

I arose on my bed, running my fingers through my messy curls and looking outside from my window. The sun was bright and there were no clouds in the sky.

If it was up to me, I would go to the beach on a day like this. Swim and write while letting the sun cover my skin.

I dreadfully got up, took a shower and got dressed in a black skater dress paired with my Doc Martens. I didn't bother with makeup today but wetted my hair to style it a little.

When I went downstairs, I spotted my mother sitting around the kitchen island, drinking her tea. I cursed to myself, because there was no way I would be able to get out of skipping breakfast this morning especially when I had absolutely nothing to eat at dinner the day before.

"Good Morning." I said, opening the fridge.

"Good morning sweetheart. Sleep well?"

"Yeah." I lied, taking out some yogurt and an apple.

"So, cheerleading tryouts are today." My mother grinned.

"Not joining it mom." I shook my head, with a mouthful of apple.

"You have to. I already told the coach you were excited about it and were going to." My mother cringed, then sipped her coffee.

"When?!" I panicked.

"This morning. I saw her walking her dog while I was jogging."

Sometimes I wished I could blow up on her. I had a history of doing that to her, and decided with my psychiatrist that it was for the best not to. But she had no idea how much I was hurting on the inside and to lie on my behalf was absolutely infuriating. I bit my tongue and just ate my food in silence. There was no way I was trying out for cheerleading.

School went by better than before, with the majority of people leaving me alone and forgetting me as the new girl of senior year. It was refreshing.

Lunch came around and I went to my locker to get a book to read. When I closed my locker shut, Elena appeared from behind where the locker door was, scaring the daylights out of me.

"Boo." She said.

"Hey," I smiled at her, looking down at her outfit. She wore a cheerleading uniform, that was the schools colours of burgundy and white.

"You ready for tryouts?" She asked me, smiling from ear to ear.

"What do you mean?"

"Coach gave Angela, the cheer captain, the list of the girls who are trying out. I saw your name on the list." She informed me.

I huffed. "My mom went behind my back and did this. I'm not trying out."

Elena looked disappointed, almost sad.

"That sucks. I was looking forward to us perhaps being on the team together. I don't have any friends on the team." She looked down.

Friends. . .

"Why don't you want to try out?" She wondered.

"I don't know. . . I did cheer for a while as a kid and I guess it just doesn't sound fun anymore." I told her, leaning my shoulder on the lockers.