The Way You See Me

Chapter One

~ Hi! Since I never knew what A/N meant until I looked it up, I won't be using that haha (It's Author's Note, for anyone as dumb as me). I just wanted to thank you for even taking a look at this, I'm planning on putting a lot of effort into it, and I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to comment your thoughts or ideas for future chapters/books, and vote :) Anyway, onto the book!

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Music. By far one of my favorite things in the world, yet, at the same time, the thing that wakes me up every morning. I hate mornings, I love sleep. I never have been a morning person, unless you count when I was a baby- because then early mornings were my prime time. 

The bright, rising morning sun shining through my window makes me squint my eyes as I sit up in my queen-sized bed to stretch. I raise my hands high above my head and groan a bit as I do. I rub my eyes, calling out the name of the little robotic, voice-activated machine that was blaring pop music. It's funny that they gave her a name. Her? It's not her, it's an it. I smirk to myself, maybe I was finally going insane. I yawn.

I finally pull off my covers and slip out of my bed, my pink and purple fuzzy socks hitting the dark, wooden floors with a soft thud. I yawn again, continuing to stretch as I slowly walk over to my window, pulling open the blue curtains and looking outside. I pull open my window. The sounds of the birds waking up with me become more audible. It's decently nice out, though I look up and grimace when I see the huge, dark clouds that were coming across the sky to steal the sunshine. I sigh and walk back over to my dresser, opening the second drawer and grabbing a pair of sweatpants. I slip my feet in and pull them up over my long legs. Yes, I sleep in just my underwear. One of the perks to living in my own apartment; I could sleep naked if I wanted to, and there's no one to come bursting through my door- unless you count my 100 pound German Shepherd, Max. Speaking of, he trots over to me from where he was lying at the foot of my bed. I pet him, rubbing his face as I praise him.

Now in my closet, I pull on a soft maroon shirt that says 'at least my dog loves me'. I love dogs, a lot. I love Max the most. He's so cute, and friendly. All dogs are. I've never had a dog lie to me, or cheat on me, or share my deepest secrets. If I could marry a dog I would. Not in a weird way. 

Max is like my security guard, as well. He hates men. Any size or shape. Even the pizza delivery guy almost lost his hand when I opened the door with Max beside me. I can't complain, why else would I have gotten a German Shepherd? I live alone, and that can be scary. Plus, he's extremely cuddly. Why would I need a boyfriend when I have a dog?

As I mentally plan out what I have to do today, I start to dread it even more. I was fine with going to the store for my friend, Kayla, at least. She needed "girl stuff" as she put it, and didn't want to go out because she has had a cold the past week or so. I don't blame her. Being on my period and being sick? No way I'd want to go out, either.

The things I didn't want to do were planned for after I got around to going to the store. I have to meet my aunt for lunch, and boy, if she isn't the most loquacious person, I don't want to meet the one who is. She is taking me to a really good burger place, though, and I'm pretty sure that's the only reason I agreed. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but sometimes they're just a little too much for me. 

After we get done with lunch, I have to go to a few job interviews. These are the things I've been trying to avoid since I turned 19. I'm tired of making chicken sandwiches, and I get paid too little at my current job- the one I've had since I was 16. I want to work somewhere new. This, in theory, should encourage me to go to all these interviews, and trust me, I would, if I didn't get anxiety attacks every time I'm in a new place, or panic attacks when things get too far from how I had mentally planned it to go.