The Struggle

Chapter 1

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" My annoying alarm clock rang throughout my tiny apartment notifying me it was 6 am Monday morning.

I slowly slipped out of bed and started my morning routine. I went to the kitchen started my coffee pot then hopped in the shower. After getting out of the shower I somehow coaxed myself to get dressed and throw my hair into a messy bun. After finally getting myself ready I drank my coffee and headed to the dreadful thing called school. It's really just a place I get to go for about 8 hours and do nothing.

When I arrived I parked in the same place I have been for the past four months and headed into school. I went to my locker, collected my books and went to first hour with 5 minutes to spare before the first bell rang. The class was empty as usual, so I walked to my seat and sat down and started to play on my phone until class started.

After my first four hours it was time for lunch. I went through the lunch line and sat down at the table in the corner of the cafeteria where I sat everyday with the same people and my about only friend at this school Louise. She was the closest friend I had here. Lousie and I go back to our freshman year which was four years ago. She is the closest thing to family I have.

"So how was you weekend?" Louise asked. "The same as usual. How about your's?"

"Same," She responded. She then pulled out her phone and started to play on it so I pulled out the book I have been reading and read till it was time for lunch to end.

After lunch I headed to my fifth hour of the day, english, and waited for class to start. About half way through class I heard the two girls behind me, Alex and Stel, talking about some aparently really hot guy who tranfered to our school from the UK. I didn't really give much thought to it and I just kept on doing my work.

When school ended I headed to my slightly beat up truck and headed back home. After finishing my homework and eating it was 4:30 which meant I should head to work. So I jogged down the steps and got in my truck and blasted some Arctic Monkeys until I arrived. When I got there it was 4:45 which meant I was 15 mintues early for work. I work at a little music shop that sells records and CD's called Pual's records and CD's. It was a nice little place to work. I liked it at least. At about 8 o'clock the bell rang signaling some one was here. I didn't look up because I was sorting through new CD arrivals on the counter.

After about 15 mintues the person set a couple CD's on the counter infront of where I was working. When I looked up I locked eyes with a really attractive man. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a gray shirt under it, some black skinny jeans, and black boots. He had blackish brownish hair that a was little long, but just perfect for me. He had these memorizing deep brown eyes and perfect shaped lips. I picked up the CD's he chose and started to scan them noticing he had a really good taste in music.

"You have a pretty good taste in music," I stated to break the silence. "Thanks," He replied in a captivating British voice, I glanced up and he flashed a smile at me and I looked down and blushed. I placed his CD's in a bag and then totaled the cost up. "Alright, that will be $24.75 please." He handed me cash and I handed him his receipt and bag. "Thanks for coming, I hope to see you back here soon," I said sounding like an idiot. He turned back around and looked back at me. I held my breath and regreted what I said, why would I say that, that makes me sound creepy.

He walked up to the counter and looked at me, "I'm sorry I didn't get you're name." I hesitated for a moment and then replied. "It's Dahlia, Dahlia Rain, " I smiled and held my hand out. He grasped it and said, "I'm Jamie Blackley. I'll see you again soon Dahlia," he flashed that amazing smile again and walked out the door. Oh how I hoped what he said was true.