Luck of Nightmares

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Monday, September 15, 2014

6:45 PM

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"Beep! Beep! Beep!"… My alarm clock makes the usual obnoxious noise to wake me up for school. School had been hard the first week and I had no classes with any of my friends and my teachers & classmates seemed to hate me. The teachers think its funny to call on me because they know how behind I am, which results in the whole class laughing at me as I try to keep my tears locked away deep within. I usually eat lunch in the bathroom stalls where I'm alone with only my thoughts and occasionally some girl using the restroom. "Beep! Beep! Beep!" I lazily slap my hand multiple times over the top of it, but it wont turn off. "God damn it," I mutter sleepily sitting at the edge of my bed. The more I hit it the more frustrated I got because it wasn’t turning off. The little things like this piss me off, especially at five In the morning. "I can't listen to this any longer," I mumble throwing the old alarm clock on the ground resulting in two batteries rolling across the floor and the cheap pieces landing in three different spots. My mother bursts in the door moments after.

"What the hell was that, Izara?" she sternly scolded me, picking up the broken alarm clock.

"I don’t want to go back to school, Mom. I can't today. You don't-" I said rubbing my watery eyes out of frustration.

"I don’t care. You're going to school, you can't afford to be late. You already have horrible grades, you need to stop being so damn lazy. I'm not putting up with this any longer. I mean, look at this." She says pointing to my broken alarm clock.

"What about it?" I say looking her in the eyes. She shook her head in disappointment.

"Why can't you just be normal for once? Why can't you be more like Micah, or Fia-" she stopped.

I'm really good at hiding my emotions, but she went way too far. My eyes grew wide with fury, rage, and hatred. I know im a failure, I don't need reminders all the time from her. Ever since Fia died she's been taking all the anger out on me, because Micah is too young and she doesn't want to yell at her "precious little angel."

"Get out," I said shoving her out of my door. She stood outside my door dumbfounded, as if she didn’t think what she said was wrong.

"We're leaving in an hour so be ready!" she yelled from outside my door. I slumped down the side of my wall and curled up into my knees for some time to breathe.

After I picked out a flannel T-Shirt and some ripped jeans out of my closet, I put my long and wavy hair in a side braid. I walked into the bathroom and stared at myself for a while; my eyes were empty, throbbing, and raw. The green in them had faded into a darker green, swirled with bits of hazel. I broke my stare in the mirror and splashed water on my face, waking me up a little bit more. After I did my make-up, I grabbed my backpack (that was filled with unfinished homework) and headed downstairs. I tried to avoid eye contact with my mother as I made my way to the fridge. I grabbed some Fruit Loops and a small bowl before trying to grab the milk carton on the top shelf. I stood on my tip-toes but still couldn’t reach the damn carton.

"Do you need help?" my mother said, almost mockingly.

"I got it, thanks."  I said finally gripping the carton. My five-foot stamina never really helped me around the house, especially since my dad was tall and kept everything in high places. I quickly ate my bowl of cereal and waited in the car, plugging in my headphones to avoid talking to my mother. Soon enough, she got in the car as well as Micah and we slowly pulled out of the driveway and made our way to school. On the way there she ripped out one of my headphones, which resulted with me giving her "the look." I'm sure most of you know what look I'm talking about, the look where on the outside you try to stay calm but on the inside you’ve smacked them in the face about forty- two billion times.

When I stepped out of the car, I slammed the door and hastily made my way toward the school quad area, where everyone hung out before school started. My best-friend Sora waves me to a table with a lot of people I used to hang out with. When I get closer I realize that at the table, is Hot Pants. Well, I mean, his name isn't 'Hot Pants' but it sure does suit him well. I've liked him for as long as I can remember. He's the star of the baseball team here at Wolverhampton High, and he is so gorgeous sometimes I cant even think when I'm around him. He has this dirty blonde hair, with piercing blue eyes as blue as the Tenerife Sea. Did I mention that he's 6'1? Well, he's 6'1. How the hell is this even possible? How can one look so fucking gorgeous all the time, like, take a break from being so beautiful! I walk over and set my bag down next to Sora and I catch a quick glimpse at Hot Pants, I mean, Conner. "His name is Conner, not Hot Pants." I keep reminding myself. When I looked at him, he was already looking at me. What. I look away nervously and see him smile out of the corner of my eye. Then, the unthinkable happens. He walks over to me and I swear my heart skipped not one, but two beats.

"Hey Izara, long time no talk." he says.