I wake up early and drag myself away from my warm bed and I'm already wanting to jump in and fall into a deep slumber. I honestly don't think that Im going to make it through the day. I'd rather be punched in the face repeatedly then go to school. It seems like summer only lasted for two seconds. I wasn't doing much like your average 16 year old girl during the summer but I much rather stay in bed and stay up watching movies. I started to get ready for the first day of a living nightmare aka the first day of school. I'm also not the typical girl that wears five pounds of make up and really tight clothes, I like to keep it simple so I'm wearing a plain white t-shirt and some skinny jeans with a little mascara to top it off. While I was getting ready I would have probably fallen asleep in my bathroom if it were not for my mom cooking breakfast. My mom's food could be smelt from miles away and its like you could taste it right in your mouth without actually eating it.
"Hey honey I made pancakes. How many would you like?" my mother asked
"I think I'm going to skip I really want to reach my goal this year, you know how hard I've tried and maybe this year I'll make my goal" I say.
"Come on Chloe two or three won't hurt" she says.
"I'll just eat an apple" I say
"Fine, but you don't know what you're missing out on" she says in hopes of changing my mind. I really do want some because her pancakes are to die for and its like none others. Mouth watering to be exact. But I need to reach my goal.
"let's change topics, can I please stay home from school I'm really not feeling the school thing" I say jokingly but also in hopes that she really gives in.
"Yeah like Im going to let you skip, you just have to hang in there for just the rest of the year and you're done." My mother states.
"Thank god I can't wait to get out of that school for good" I say. I glance at my phone and its already 7:00am and I have to be in school by 7:30am.
"Oh my gosh its late I have to go, love you bye" I yell as I grab my things I'll need for school quickly.
"Chloe what about your apple?" my mom questioned
"I'll just get one from school" I say before shouting the door behind me so she could no longer say anything. So now I make my short walk to school.
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I walk into school and there is a swarm of people trying to find their locker or first period. On my left you have freshmen freaking out and panicking and to my right I see couples making out. God how I hate high school. Im so glad to be out of life taking place. I won't have to see couples making out in the hallways and freshmen being freshmen. But I continue down the hall in search of my locker and pushing the ocean of people out of my way. My locker number is 41 and it wasn't far from my first period so that was good. I was not the kind of person that would bring locker decorations so my locker was always boring. Just the same like everyone else's, dents and the paint peeling of. So I begin taking all of my binders and notebooks out of backpack and then putting my stuff way and only getting the things I'll need for first period. When I slam my locker door my eyes come across some guy. He was absolutely gorgeous. Tall, dirty blond, and green eyes, I've never seen someone so exquisite. He's inhumanly gorgeous, like a drug you can't get enough of.
"What are you looking at?" The boy questioned me. I was so caught up with the way he looks I didn't remember that I was looking right at him and his locker is the one next to mine.
"I'm not looking at anything. Sorry" I say really quickly as fear started to take over my body.
"Its fine you're pretty, so I don't mind" he says to me. I could already feel the heat from my cheeks and I don't have to have a mirror to know that I'm as red as a tomato. Before I could thank him a group of guys call him over and he gone. I didn't even get to know his name. so I just go and make My way to class since I like to be early.
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Broken| Ashton Irwin
FanfictionBro-ken Adjective; Having been fractured or damaged and on longer in one piece or in working order. I don't think I'll ever be the same any more he left me broken and ran away with the pieces.