𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓

chapter one

so i'm revamping some of my old stuff and this first on the list.. somethings might change and then again it might not idk but enjoy! <3

Naomi POV

" There's a fifty on the table Naomi! I'm heading out, love you! " I heard my mother shout from downstairs.

Pulling my sports bra over my head, I shouted back. " Okay, love you too! "

Today was my last first day of high school and to say it's been a long road is an understatement. Past three years have been absolute hell, but I'm learning as I go.

I looked over at the clock and it read 7:26. You weren't considered late until 8:30, so I'm doing just fine with time right now.

As I started putting on my pants I looked in the mirror at fresh scars on my thigh. Even though they were fresh, I lowkey forgotten about it in less than 10 hours. It's somewhat sad that it's my normal, but so be it.

Before pulling my pants all the way up I placed some ointment over them and a large bandaid. I picked out black ripped jeans so you could kind of see the bandaid, but it wasn't as noticeable.

Grabbing my black, red and gray deathrow shirt, I placed it over my head almost completing my outfit.

Reaching for one of the flexirods in the back of my head, I began taking them down one by one. I noticed some old scars on my arms making me shake my head slightly.

Sometimes looking back at them I feel so stupid and selfish. But it feels to be my best only outlet of pain sometimes. To some it may feel like the worse thing ever, but it's like a breath of fresh air to me.

After I finished my hair to my liking I grabbed my jacket off my bed and put it on. It could be 90 degrees outside and I would still have my jacket on. I don't like unwanted attention so I try my best to avoid it.

I decided on my plain white forces instead of the air max I had picked out previously. Getting my shoes on, I headed downstairs and grabbed the fifty on the kitchen table.

Looking from my keys to the front door, I shrugged deciding on riding the bus this morning. I have my own car, but sometimes I don't even like driving it honestly.

I got to the bus stop and placed my airpods in as I waited with the others. I didn't even have music playing, simply didn't want to be bothered.

As soon as the bus came I was one of the first to get on. I got in my normal sit in the middle as everyone else got situated. We had about four more stops and by the second one I was already irritated.

The bus grew crowded and chaotic before long.

I just gazed out the window as I finally decided to play some music. A tap on my shoulder broke me from my trance. I looked up seeing Kd happily smiling at me.

I took one airpod out before he spoke.

" Wassam' Naomi. " Kd said happily as he sat next to me. I simply nodded my head, not quite feeling the urge to speak right now.

" You playing ball this year? " He questioned again making me shrug in response.

" You should you be going crazy. " I laughed a little since I've been hearing that a lot. My passion for basketball has been slowly dying though.

I just don't feel the same about it anymore.

" Why dont you barely talk? " Another question flew out his mouth like water flowing from a waterfall.