I jerked awake as my alarm went off with a loud beeping sound that made me want to smash it to pieces. I rolled over and smacked it a couple times before it finally ceased the noise. Rubbing my eyes,I set my feet on the floor and stood up. God I hate Mondays. It means school. It means the beginning of the judgmental looks and homework. It means the drama about who's with who and which kid did what. Fuck I hate Mondays.
I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of black jeans. No holes, no chains. Just....plain. I opened my closet and yanked a gray and white hoodie off of one of the hangers. Looking around my messy room, I searched for my only pair of nice sneakers. I shook my head and decided to look later. I had time. I opened my door and headed to the bathroom. I frowned the second I looked in the mirror. My haircut is simple. Bangs and undercut. So how the hell does it get so messy? When some one finds the answer to that question, I'm hoping to be the first to be told. I opened the drawer and pulled out a brush. Doing my hair took about 15 minutes. Brush,comb,feather. Every morning,everyday.
I finished up in the bathroom and trudged down the stairs to the dining room. My parents were both sitting and eating already. My dad looked up from his phone.
"Hey kiddo. You excited for you're first day as a junior?" I cringed at his words.
"Fuck no." My step-mom looked up, shocked.
"Skylar Timothy Andrews say anything like that again and I swear to god." Just to spite her I dropped the F bomb multiple times in my head. She's not my mom. She could never be my mom. My mom was amazing. This lady, this...invader, is nothing close to who my mother was. No woman is.
I rolled my eyes and sat down. She glared at me.
"Sky you are-"
"My name is Skylar. Not Sky. Only my mom called me Sky. You , ma'am, are not my mom." My dad started yelling at me and I got up and stormed out the front door, grabbing my bag on the way. I hopped in my car and drove to my destination. In 45 minutes I , 17 year old Skylar Andrews, was standing staring at the front doors of Liberty High School. This was the beginning of a new adventure. Only,I didn't want to be a part of this adventure. I just wanted to go home where everything was normal again. Where I lived in Chicago and my mom was still alive. The bell rang and snapped me out of my thoughts. Well, I thought, to late to back out now. I pushed open the door and and began my adventure. My mission: stay alive during my first day at a new school,in a new state,in a new town, in a new district, with a new group of kids. This should be easy. Right?
