Sunset Valley Secrets

Chapter 1

     My whole entire life, I had always had the same troubled question. I had always felt like something from my life was absent. Something magnificent. But whenever I thought about it, I still didn't know what that something was. I felt like I needed more of a purpose in my life. Almost as if there is was something to me that was missing. Some sort of major component of my life. Life just seems to be going a little too much in my favor. I know what most teenagers my age would say. "My mom is so selfish and stuck up almost as if she couldn't care less about me." and how school is always "bs". Boyfriends, girlfriends, its a never ending cycle full of misery. But with me, as a matter of fact, I felt the exact opposite of that repetitive nonsense. I was genuinely buoyant. For example, one bright summers morning, my bike was up to par that morning as I felt the wind brush through my hair. My skin glowed in that early morning sunshine. I lived for days like that, when I got to awake at dawn to ride away on my favorite flamingo colored bike. It always felt so wonderful to get to exercise. Exercise is one of my favorite activities. Although I seemed to enjoy a variety of different things. For example, my music taste. I turned up my music, my favorite Twenty One Pilots album on full blast. I adored that band. Back at home, I had their faces plastered all over my walls. I was particularly fond of the drummer of the duo, Josh Dun. The more I thought about them, the more ecstatic I got. That was always one thing that did separate me from all of the other pretty popular girls at Sunset Valley High School. No one really understood my music. If I was so damn cheerful all the time, why did I bother with that emo band? I don't think much of it, but apparently its a big talk among my peers.

     All too quickly, I arrived at my house. Letting out a groan, I pried the door open. Just as I suspected, my mother was standing in the kitchen, having anticipated my return. She was nagging me to go upstairs to get ready for school saying "Candace you're going to be late" shaking her head at me, with a big old smile present on her face. I guess I should have stared to get ready, considering it was 6:30 and class started at 7:15. I decide that my hair was way too gross and unwashed, so I hopped into my shower and started the boiling hot water. I absolutely could not stand taking cold showers. People who took cold showers really concerned me. I don't know how someone could put themselves through that torture. I reached for my shampoo bottle, my favorite scent of course, which was "Lavender Rain". Classical. Not to mention very much magical. I began to lather it into my hair, letting out a content sigh. That scent never failed to amaze me. I looked down at my legs. "Definitely need to be shaved, huh?" I asked myself. I grabbed hold of my razor. That was always a pet peeve of mine, having unshaven legs. I hated that feeling of fuzz on my legs. My underarms were okay on the shaving, so I skipped them and headed out of the shower.

     Next up was my cosmetics. I would never dare leave for school without makeup on. That would be a big sin. I fit in, and I did NOT want to ruin that. I decided to go for something a little more natural that day, which was my normal routine. I always started off with my primer. My skin was really pale, and so I had all of the lightest shade of foundation. I tended to be a little self conscious about that, but I always got compliments on how beautiful I was. So, I tried my best to not let it bother me. I had it good, so why complain over something irrelevant like that? I shook my head of my thoughts, as I stated to cover my face with some concealer. It was a little darker than my skin tone, because that always made me appear tanner than I actually was. I decided that I wasn't really feeling the mascara today, so I swiped my eye liner on, along with a quick application of highlighter, for that extra glowing effect.

     I took one last look in the mirror, and smiled at myself. I was shinning bright that day. I gave myself an encouraging smile, and I snuck a quick peak at the clock on my cellphone. It read: "6:50". Perfect. I was right on schedule. I hurriedly grabbed my school bag and prayed that I actually did my homework. I could never remember if I ever did it or not. Even if I didn't the teachers would usually just dismiss it and tell me it was fine, and that they would just mark me off anyway. Now that was pure luck. But that thought popped into my head once again "why exactly am I so fortunate?" I couldn't help myself, why was I chosen? I had such a beautiful house in a gated off neighborhood. It was 3 stories high, with a massive basement. Not to mention my mom and dad had bought me an expensive first car. All of my friends had to buy their own cars, and they weren't as fancy as mine. That's another thing about me. Even though I seemed to be popular, I didn't perfectly fit in with that crowd. I preferred the outcasts in class. The nerds, the gamer kids, the misfits. The jocks always had tried getting my attention, flirting with me every which way. No matter what, I was never really interested in them. I sighed, then realized I still had class that I needed to attend. I dared to check the time once again. But now it had read "7:00". I was going to be a little late. I hated being late, but I could make an exception this one time. My first subject wasn't really one I thoroughly enjoyed.