(DISPLAY COPY) I Miss Us

Chapter One

My Morning Routine

I reached my arm out from under my blanket to slam my hand down on the alarm clock that was ringing annoyingly throughout my room. 6:00 A.M it read. I stretched my body and rubbed my eyes as I always do every morning. I rested for a good five minutes before sighing and deciding to go and shower. I got up from bed and shuffled to sit in front of my mirror. I grabbed my brush and dragged it through my hair to ease off some knots in there.

I don’t know if I should be doing this before or after showering, really. I just did it before showering since that’s what I’m used to doing.

I took my towel, brought it along with me to the bathroom and undressed myself before getting into the shower, letting the warm trickle of water fall on my skin. I lathered shampoo into my hair and scrubbed my body to get rid of the grime and dirt that could’ve built up overnight. I dried excess water with my towel and wrapped it around myself, exiting my en-suite.

I picked out a simple outfit for this day, a white tank top, denim shorts, and a long sleeve denim shirt around my waist, just in case it rains or the school’s air conditioning is too cold for me. I also paired a cute pair of white flats with those. I sat back down in front of my mirror and worked my hair with a blow dryer. I planned to just let it flow for today. After that, I put on my usual make-up. Some concealer here and there, some blush on my cheeks, mascara on my lashes, and eyeliner around my eyes.

And I don’t know why I just told you I washed myself; this is part of everyone’s morning routine. Wake-up, get-up, get cleaned-up, dress-up, and make-up. Unless you’re a guy, then just subtract the make-up part.

I checked my clock again to see that I had 30 minutes to get to my school 15 minutes away from my house on foot.

Wester High, here I come. Hopefully.

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John’s POV

The only real reason why I decided to ride my car to school today was to establish my parking spot at school. I’d bring my car to school for a few weeks and park in the same spot to tell people ‘this spot’s mine’. I was lucky to find an empty slot just by the school’s front doors. I quickly parked there before anyone else could steal it, shut the engine off, and exited my Hyundai Santa Fe 2013, a gift from my dad for my 16th birthday. It was a really nice car; I didn’t need to click it open or closed. All I needed to do was walk away from it then it would lock, or walk towards it to unlock. Its side mirrors would automatically fold in or out too whenever it locked or unlocked.

Okay, enough motor talk.

I made my way towards the guidance counsellor’s office to pick my schedule up. Our guidance counselor, Mrs. Palmer, was also the school’s secretary, so she’s the one handing out the schedules. Yes, we have two different secretaries; the other’s for the principal.

Mrs. Palmer was the sweetest heart you could find. A Wendigo looking for dessert would be happy to take her to dinner. She was nearing her mid-40s but still looked like she was in her late 20s, other than her hair. A few strands of her brown shoulder length hair were already graying at the root.

I softly knocked on her door and opened it to find exactly who I was looking for sat behind her desk with a stack of yet-to-be-given schedules in front of her. A girl was thanking her for something, to which Mrs. Palmer replied with a sweet “No problem.”

“Welcome to Wester High again, dear.” She continued on.

So, this must be the new girl Xander messaged me about. She had brown hair that flowed down until the middle of her ribs and back, brown eyes, and a fair skin tone. A lot of denim she had on her, only her shoes and top were white.