Scars of Hope

I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock beeping. Slowly, I rolled over in my bed and reached out to turn it off. Instead, my klutzy side took over and it tumbled to the floor. Sighing, I lifted myself off of my bed, picked up that stupid alarm clock, and turned it off. Smiling to myself at that small victory, I proceeded to get dressed for school. Luckily for me, it was cool enough outside to wear long sleeves, so I didn't have to take the time to pick out a large group of bracelets.

As I was crossing the hall on my way to the bathroom, my dad walked up to me. Looking down at my shirt, he said, "Seriously Liberty. Didn't you wear a shirt from that band yesterday? I swear you love them more than your family." "You may or may not be right", I muttered to myself as I closed the bathroom door.

Slowly, after locking the bathroom door, I lifted up my shirt and examined my scars. I had accidentally went a little too deep on one last night, but I wasn't about to tell my dad about it. So, I put my shirt back down and got to work on my makeup. "Shit", I whispered. I couldn't find my brown eye shadow. Well, it looks like that for today my blue eyes just wouldn't stand out as much. Turning around, I stubbed my toe on the wall. "SHI-oot", I yelled, my very graceful attempt to cover up my swearing. Dad would kill me if he knew how I usually spoke.

I opened the bathroom door and went downstairs to grab my bookbag. The bus would be there soon. "Aren't you going to eat breakfast?", my dad called. "I'll just get something at school.", I lied. I hadn't eaten breakfast since the accident. Just as I was walking out the door, my twelve year old brother Alex came running down the stairs. We're only four years apart, but he acts like we're ten years apart. He gave me a hug, then looked down at my shirt with a smirk. "What does five es oh es stand for?", he asked, "Five seconds of sex?"

I just rolled my eyes and walked out the door. He's so immature sometimes. The bus pulled up right when I walked up to the road, so I got right in. Mr. Stobbs waved at me as I walked past. I was the first stop in the morning, so I could sit anywhere. Of course, I headed straight to the back and sat down. The bus started moving as I pulled out my headphones. The bus started filling up, but I didn't really notice. I was too busy listening to Michael Clifford's beautiful solos in American Idiot.

I awoke to Mr. Stobbs yelling at me to get off the bus. I hasn't planned on falling asleep, oh well. I grabbed my bookbag and stepped off, walking towards Hell(aka Oakview High School). Slowly, I made my way to first period, math. Math is my worst subject, and im currently failing. The fact that my teacher, Ms. Smith, is a total bitch doesn't help matters. I walked in right as the bell rang, and she have me the usual speech about how I was almost tardy and blah-blah-blah. Luckily, today was just taking notes, so class passed by pretty quickly. As I stood up, my "friend" Bri walked over to me. Honestly, she acts like my friend, but I'm about 95% sure she talks bad about me behind my back.

"So, are you excited about them announcing the winner of that contest you entered in?", she asks. Last week, some radio station accepted names in a drawing, and one person got to meet 5sos next month and get a private concert. I highly doubt I'll win though. But, I pull a fake smile and reply with "Of course! I really hope I win."

Luckily, my next two classes went by pretty fast. Every few minutes, I checked my phone. I admit, I did have just a little bit of hope about winning. Lunch period came around, and I slipped outside as usual. I always eat lunch on the edge of the football field, near the big oak tree. I sat down with my book, and started to read. About fifteen minutes later, I checked my phone again. My. Heart. Stopped.