Fresh Start

Fresh Start - Chapter 1

(Picture above/to the side is Daniel.)

:-:-: First chapter of my first story.

Just letting you know too that I'm english so my spelling will be slightly different to yours if you're American (eg I spell "Mum" instead of "Mom" and "colour" instead of "color").

If you are unsure what something means (might be some sort of British thing) then google it!

Oh and there will be a little bit of swearing now and then but I won't overdo it, only to add a bit of oomph every so often ;)

Hope you enjoy it! :-:-:

I lay there in bed, just thinking: help.

First day of my last year of school tomorrow and I'm dreading it. I dont know how it all came about, I used to be popular, I used to be the it girl. But I also used to be mean.

And then something happened - I can feel my eyes getting watery just barely thinking about it - and no one knew, apart from my family. See, from my view, you are meant to tell your friends things like this because they can help you through and listen to you. But of course, I didn't tell my friends because they were not my real friends. They didn't really care. And that's when I realised that I had to change, for her sake. I knew then that she wouldn't want me to be like this - to be this person...

What happens when you feel gulity?

Do you just ignore it and carry on having fun? Or do you change? Do you change who you were, the person made to impress all the boys and even girls, and get a real life and live the real deal?

I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but I know that it will be different from all the other years. But I also feel good about it, I know that everythng will change, and you know what? I think I will be happy soon, like real happy.

I closed my eyes with a surprisingly relaxed outlook on life and quickly fell into a deep, deep sleep.

I awoke to an alarm at a horrible hour. Why does school make us wake up so early? Normally, I would have straightened my hair, put on make up but not eat breakfast because I couldn't bare the idea of putting on weight. But nope, not anymore. I actually love breakfast, in fact I love eating full stop. So, this morning I am going to make a pile of pancakes all for me, but I don't think I really feel the need to wear make up... This is weird. I got changed into the first things my hands fell upon and then walked out the door down to school.

I stepped in through the front gates and looked around at a school that used to seem so friendly to me, which I have been going to for 12 years, but now as I look at it, all I feel is coldness. Everything feels a stranger to me.

I entered the building, a place I used to 'own'. I walked over to my old locker, people no longer rushed up to me and stared. Now, I was a nobody. They all knew that something happened in the summer, and that I changed because of it, but none of them knew what actually happened. Not a single person. I opened the battered locker door and stared in to it. On the inside of the door were photos of me and my fr- me and my OLD friends. I tore all of them down, they mean nothing to me now. I have no books yet as it's the beginning of the year, so I locked up my locker and spun on my heel straight into a huge pile of books.

"Shit!"

"Oh my gosh. I am so sorry." A girl from my year, although I don't know her name, was on the floor gathering up books. As she looked up at me, her eyes suddenly grew huge.

"Ah crap. Look, I am so sorry, I should've been looking out-"

"Don't worry about it. It's no biggie."