Lovely Livvie

Chapter one

A/N: Hey guys!!! I am so sorry for the super long wait on this chapter! This school year for me so far has been so stress full and I have had so much work to do. But since it is Christmas break I had some time!! It's not very long and I apologize for that! I hope you enjoy it though! Here is chapter one of Lovely Livvie!

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Why am I awake?

This is what I have been asking myself since five this morning.

I was just starting to doze off when I hear my alarm go off. It doesn't go off when I hit the button. It must be broken. This sucks. I stand up and walk to the outlet and pull the plug and the beeping finally stops.

I stand up straight and pop my back and then my neck. I know it sounds gross, but it feels really good. Especially in the morning. I walk over to my closet, but on the way I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Goodness gracious that is not a pretty sight to see. Well I can fix that since I have time. It's only six thirty and homeroom doesn't start until nine. It's only a five minute walk to the school also.

I finish the marathon to my closet and walk in. What do I want to wear today? I grab my dark blue skinny jeans with the holes in them. It may be winter but that doesn't mean I can't have holes in my jeans. I also grab my oversized black Electric Guest long sleeve shirt, my black boot socks, my black boots, my green parka ( dark green, not lime green. I hate lime green.), and my black beanie. Kind of dull, color wise, but I mean dull colors for a dull person.

I put everything on except boots, coat and beanie. I walk to the bathroom, down the hall. I wish I had a bathroom in my room but my family can't afford that. I push the door open and grab my tooth brush and brush my teeth. I then grab the brush and brush through my hair. It doesn't take long to brush it because I have shorter hair. It's dark brown and curly. Even after I brush it, it still seems to have perfect curls. I get it from my mother, her hair was always perfect. I take two small strands and pull them back and pin it. Kind of like half up, half down but with only two skinny strands. My hair is done and now I'm moving on to fixing my face. I use pure minerals powder foundation. It's really sad because it's the lightest shade they have. You could say i'm pretty pale. I put that on and then my blush to make my cheeks nice and rosy. Then I put on just a little bit of eyeliner, not much though because I only wear it to bring out my eyes. I don't like a lot of it. Then the mascara, to lengthen my already long eyelashes. I look in the mirror and all I can say is, "I'm goood." If you saw me, you'd be saying the same thing.

I grab my boots and shove them on my feet and then zip them up. I snatch my coat off the bed and put it on. My bag is downstairs, so I will grab it then. I walk down the hall towards the stairs and skip down them. For waking up extremely early, I feel great. When I go into the kitchen, I expect to see my parents eating breakfast but there not here. There's a note on the fridge saying they are sorry for missing me and that they will see me tonight. You know, it's disappointing when the only people you like and talk to aren't there to talk to. I grab a chocolate chip muffin and a bottle of chocolate milk. You can say that I have a soft spot for chocolate. I grab my wrap scarf and throw it on. It's white so it will add a little bit of brightness to my otherwise dark outfit.

I grab my messenger bag and walk out the door. I don't bother locking it because nobody locks their doors around here. We live in a really safe neighborhood, so there's no need. I just get started walking and eating my muffin when a black blur passes right in front of me. Me being a scared cat, screams and jumps backwards. Problem? It's winter and it's icy. My foot hits a piece of ice and i slip, and fall on my butt. My muffin goes flying in the air and my chocolate milk, thank god it wasn't open, goes up and falls in a bank of snow. To bad I don't know where it fell.

"I am so sorry! Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay!" I look up to see bright blue eyes staring back at me. It was a boy. A very attractive boy if i do say so myself. I must have been staring because his mouth quirks up and he starts to chuckle. I snap out of it.

"Oh. Yeah I'm fine." I stumble over my words and his mouth quirks up again.

"Here, let me help you up!" he grabs my hand with his, and lifts me up. Once i'm up on my feet I look down and see my muffin laying on the ground.

"My muffin." I say, sounding more upset then I expected.

"Oh hold on, I can fix that." The boy said and turned around running to his motorcycle. Wait, motorcycle? I have always wanted to ride a motorcycle! Surprised? Yeah i'm not your typical teenage girl who is afraid to ride a motorcycle. They're so cool!

"Here you go! Chocolate chip?" The boy asked, while holding out a muffin to me.

"Yeah, but it's okay! You don't have to give me your muffin." I said. I didn't want him to give up his breakfast for me.

Wait a minute. Why am I caring about whether or not he gets his breakfast or not? Even better, why am I talking to him? I don't talk to people not do I like people. What is going on?

"No take it my treat. By the way my name is Asher. Wait where are you going?" After he said his name I started walking away. I don't know why but I feel a connection to him and I can't let it go on.

"To school."

"Would you like a ride? If you don't mind motorcycles, I mean!" As much as I wanted to say yes, and oh I so did, but I couldn't. It's not me. It's not Livvie. Livvie isn't social, she doesn't talk to people.

"Not thank you. Have a nice day." Have a nice day? What is wrong with me? I must be sick. Yeah that's it.

"Wait I didn't get your name!"

I didn't respond but I thought to myself, "It's Livvie. Livvie Anne."

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