Falling - COMPLETED

Chapter 1 - Skye Hart

^^Skye Hart

Today is January 18th - the day of my 17th birthday.
Also the date that marks only 2 more weeks until my summer holidays will be over and my life as a year 11 senior high school student will officially begin.

Now I know this would normally be the part of the story where I tell you that I am that really awkward girl in the odd clothing, the one that is forced to eat my lunch locked in the toilet stall to avoid the bullies, the girl that has zero friends right - sorry to disappoint you that is far from who I am, so that must mean I am the super popular cheerleading chick, that girl that everyone knows the name of, the one that turns heads as I walk down the hallways and of course the one dating the captain of the schools football team, sounds like a dream right, good - because that's exactly what it would be - just a dream. Sorry if this disappoints you but that is not my life either.
So who am I? I am Skye Hart, I am pretty much just your average High School student, I don't live for school actually I would much rather spend my days at the beach, watching movies or riding on the back of my best friends motorbike, I get by with OK grades and get along with most of my teachers. I don't have a big career dream I am chasing and can more of the that not be somewhat indecisive, I don't keep a massive group of close friends but I do try and be friendly enough most people at my school - sometimes this is more difficult then it has to be - of course there is that one group of girls that feel like they run the school - the ones who peg themselves on a pedestal so far out of any persons reach and far higher than they actually deserve to be but I just ignore them.
I do have a best friend, one person that I know will always be there, Someone who has been in my life for as long as I can remember, the 1 person that knows me truly, I think I would even go as far to say sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself.

So what else do we need to cover? Boyfriends? Well that one is easy - I don't have one.
It's not like the opportunity hasn't presented itself or am I avoiding it - I mean sure if I happened to meet a guy that doesn't completely do my head in within the first 30 minutes of talking than sure maybe we could go out but I am also not going to let boys control my life. I have had a few dates in my few years nothing outside of the typical teenage stuff, Movies, Iceskating blah blah blah, but they never went any further they just dates.
The problem with dating in High School is once you go on one date with one boy, every other boy in school that thinks you would look good naked wants to take you out, show you off on their arm like some kind of prize they won at the local fair, so no - I cannot say that interests me one bit.

I can tell you however my first kiss - that was something entirely different, Jackson Archer my absolute best friend, that best friend I mentioned earlier - the one who has been in my life as long as I can remember, the one who shares all your most important moments simply because they created them with you, the person I believe is the other half of me - my soul mate, The person who picks me up in the worst of times and pushes me to my limits wanting me to be the best possible version of myself. It seemed only natural he was my first kiss, like actual proper full stuck his tongue in my mouth kiss. We were 13 years old, about to start our first year of High School, there was absolutely nothing romantic about it - actually it was more to do with 'experience' than anything else, So the day before we started 7th grade we kissed. To say it was perfect would be a bit extreme but I guess it kind of was as prefect as it could be for two 13 year old kids who had no idea what they were doing and going off what we had seen in movies and on TV - but it was us, for who we were and the age we were, it fit the two of us - another memory we had created together for our collection.

That was 4 years ago now, and my daydreaming of a moment that now seemed so far past us was keeping my lazy ass in bed wasting this gorgeous summer day - Fuck, it was my 17th birthday, what the hell was I doing? I jumped out of my bed heading straight for the shower which I was in an out of in record time by the way.

The sun beat through the curtains allowing me to feel the warmth the outside world had on offer today so I grabbed my short denim skirt and black tank top, it made my Size C Cup breasts look amazing. I am not conceded - much, but I was confident with how I looked and knew that there were ways it could be used to my advantage.
At 5ft10 with a small waste and curvy ass I knew  drove some of the boys just a little bit crazy, My skin is pale and blue eyes were thanks to the english genes inherited from my mothers side of the family, and my dead straight dark brown hair sits at the middle of my back.
I pull up my black lace up knee high sandals, add some foundation and mascara to highlight my blue eyes and I am done.

As I run down the stairs I cannot help but notice my quiet and empty house - it didn't faze me - not really. I was an only child and my parents worked hard to give us a good quality of life - I knew they would have gone to work this morning letting me sleep but will be home to celebrate my birthday tonight.
2 Minutes later and with two strawberry pop tarts in hand butterflies filled my stomach as ideas began to spring to mind with what Jackson has planned for us today, I almost squeal in excitement when I hear the front doorbell ring, Opening the door he is there ready and waiting for me a huge smile spread across his gorgeous face - dressed in black, always dressed in black, tight jeans and t-shirt which shows off his muscular frame, helmet hanging loosely in his fingers, he has spaces in each ear, a lip ring curling over his bottom lip, and a tattoo'd sleeve on display for the world to see, how he always managers to look as though he has just stepped straight out of a magazine article blows my mind - but that is my best friend - Jackson Archer.