The Problem With Bands...

Chapter One

Calla's POV:

It started like any other first day of school, the annoying sound of my alarm clock rememined me that i have only year left at the jailhouse they call a school. Which is funny since our school is the old county jail remolded for us, since our town of Wittsburg is to broke to build a new one. And like every day for the past month i got up and walked to my bathroom and stared at the mirror. And its like im sent back to the terrible accident. Its like there is nothing but smoke in my lungs again. I shook it off and grapped my bottle of Zoloft from my medicine cabinet. My phycharitrist said it was the best thing for me to take since my depression and aniexty has gotten real bad. They say its because i have been through alot but really i lost the most important person in my life. Just the thought of it brang tears to my eyes. I leaned against my wall and fell to my knees. And then it hit me like a wave in the ocean, thinking has never been good for me. I pulled myself togther for yet another time, i wipe the tears away. I picked up my hand towl to wipe my face, and the tiny razor fell out of it and clincked when it hit the sink. I told my Physchartrist a long time ago that i stopped cutting. But how could I? It helped so much with the pain, that wouldnt go away. It was my only escape other than my boyfriend Brad. I picked the tiny piece of metal and slide it accross my wrist, it stung only for a minute. But as the blood evgan to escape my body it fealt like it took my pain with it.

I finished getting ready for school, and headed down stairs to eat a little breakfast. I think this what i hate the most about school days, when me and my mom get to have our 'little talks'. Its been a year since the major acident, and i mean we boith have our reason to be upset. But i Could really do without her pitty and fake personality. She pertend to cares but shes more woried about her fake boobs than her own daughter.

"Good morning, Calla. Please tell me your driving today." She said staring straight at my wrist. "I really wish you would try to cover those up, people are gonna start talking and thats one thing you dont want in this town."

"I'll put on a jacket if that will make you happy. And to answer your question, no Brad is taking me to school. You know today is two years we have been togther, i wish you would be nicer to him." I rolled my eyes and continued to eat. I coulkdnt stand her all to perfectness, which wasnt that perfect.

"Honey, you know he is a a no good piece of crap! I wish you would just date that nice boy Adam." her words trailed off, i wasnt listening anymore.

Adam was my best friend since i could remember its the only guy by boyfriend wasnt jealous about. Adam has been a big brother to me and has always been there for me, our friendship never broke. He use to have the biggest crush on me, but that ended when he realized how happy i was with Brad. Now, he's after Zoey one of our friends that in the band with us. There is a total of three of us that is actually part of the band. Me, Zoey, and Jazmine which is Zoeys sister. Im the lead singer and Jazmine plays the base guitar and Zoey plays the acoustic guitar. Adam i guess you can say is our manager but we havent really had a gig for a year since we dont have a drummer anymore. And Brad is our biggest fan, well MY biggest fan. It was his idea to name us the Fallen Angelz.

I looked down at my phone, and realized that Brad should be hear soon. I grabbed my stuff and ran out the door, not even saying another word to my mother. If you even can call her that, we are nothiong alike. As i was leaving i heard her mumble something under her breath. But i didnt care, i was about to be reunited with my bestfriends in the world.