So ... Do you Come Here Often?

ya right.

Chapter 1

It's the first day of school.That's the wonderful thought that I get to have flash through my head as I wake up. It seems to be that it hasn't stopped making an appearance in my head these past few days.

First of, let's try to open our eyes. I open one to a bright light coming through my window. Stupid sun. Why are you here.

I have one eye open, one two go. When I open the other eye it still seams to be surprised at the bright light, even though my current situation.

Wonderful, another year of hell. At least it's my last year. If I don't fail any courses. Hopefully.

When I finally get up from my soft bed I take a quick shower and start getting dressed. I have a pounding headache and I hope it doesn't affect my already broken mind.

I dress in my usual attire which basically consists of band t-shirts and lots of black. I also have my belly button and lip pierced. I have a bigger figure. Apparently, I am voluptuous. Big word I know. I weigh like 160. You really can't tell though because of my height and shit.

Thats what happens when you eat McDonalds. You actually get some boobs and ass instead of being 50 pounds and eating a salad a day. I actually do love myself. If you meet me you will too. I got everything baby. Soo Lets just say that I'm freakin hot. Oh and let me tell you that I'm seventeen. Ya I'm really old.

I walk into my bathroom to plug in my straightener...when its finally ready I start to do my thing. My train of thought that I somehow managed to form this early in the morning gets interrupted, When I hear a tap at my window. When I go to see who it is, I'm not surprised to see my best friend Jake and his twin brother Sam. They think its 'original' to climb through my window with a ladder.

Let me just tell you that they are some of my best friends. And yes thank you for asking, they do need mental help.

As soon as I open the window Jake barges in nearly taking a face plant while doing it. After he came in Sam comes in without a sound and stands up gracefully. It's surprising that two brothers can both be so... retarded. You'd think that at least one of them could get the brains, but no. There both mental.

Sam is looking at me like he wants to rip my head off. If looks could kill. I'd be dead right now. It's not like I did anything that bad to him. I just cut of a piece of his brown hair. And sure I cut of about a third of his hair. It wasn't that long. Just to his shoulders.

"Why! Delilah. Why!" Sam shrieks out as he makes constant eye contact with me and driving all rational thought away from me.

"It wasn't me" I say in a the most serious voice I can attain in the moment.

"Delilah...if it wasn't you" He says in a slow voice like he's speaking to a two year old. "Who was it exactly?"

"Uh. Idontknow" I say in rush so all my words collide together. "It wasn't me"

I break eye contact. I'm looking everywhere but in his eyes. The ceiling. The floor. That dust bunny in the corner I have from not cleaning my room. Anywhere but those questioning blue eyes.

"Delilah. You know that no one here believes that. You don't even believe it yourself." He lets out as he 'tries' to change my thoughts.

"Uh you know that wasn't me. But let's just say that I did perhaps cut your hair off. Would you be mad at me?"

I question him.

"If it was you and you didn't actually lie and try to deny it. Then no. I wouldn't be mad." He tells me sincerely as a happy look comes on to his face.