4:23
I roll over and look at my alarm clock and groan. My sleeping patterns are all over the place. Maybe its the coffee I've drank, or maybe its the repetitive nightmare I've been having for the last six years. I fall back asleep as my alarm clock interrupts me.
BEEP BEEP BEEP-
I turn it off and unfortunately decide to get out of bed and get ready.
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"Have a good day hon!" My dad yells. I feel my cheeks get warm and reply. "Yeah, yeah." As I enter the school there are kids flooding the hallways in every direction.
"Excuse me,"
"Pardon me,"
I might as well get used to those words flowing out of my mouth.
As I reach my locker, I toss my books in and walk to my homeroom. I go to the very back corner and take a seat, because I'm so not down for the front of the class. a boy sits beside me with blonde shaggy hair, but leaves once he notices the scar on my neck. I cover it with my hand and look flat at the desk below me. He keeps looking at me like I'm a freak. What can I say.. I really am.
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I walk back from my fourth and last class and toss my text book, pencil case and folder in front of my locker. It echo's through the hallway as everybody stares at me like I've murdered somebody.
whatever.
I think to myself.
I feel somebody skim their fingers up and down my back and I turn around.
"You left this in art." A boy, roughly 5'9, brown eyes and brown hair says. "Oh, um thankyo-"
"Its Autumn right?"
"Uh, yea-"
"I'm Jake." He says as he smirks at me. I turn back around and gather my books as I set them in my backpack. Jake traces my scar and I quickly swat his hand away, cover it with my hand, grab my bag and start walking.
"I'm sorry!" I hear Jake yell as I walk away.
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"How was school?" My dad asks happily. "Shitty. Just like every other school I've been too." I reply "don't do drugs Autumn, stay in school eh." Harrison comments. "No, I'm gonna be a highschool dropout." I say in an utterly stupid, yet sarcastic voice. Harrison laughs as I set my elbow on the side of the car. Just where the window meets the door. I pull out my binder from fourth class and see a sticky note on the inside..
* Dinner maybe?
* 223-453-8912
Than I knew this year would be even worse.
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The Quiet One
Romance☀☀☀ Autumn was the artistic type, drawing, writing, poetry; she loved it all. but sadly had no friends. She was the quiet type, yet she always had so much more to say than just that half smirk she gives everybody in the halls.
