The Journal

Chapter: 2- The First Entry

****Authors Note****

It took me a while to actually come up with what to write so please enjoy :-)
and comment, please. I would love to read them, also VOTE it's nice to see all the reads and all but very disappointing to see like one story vote... And if your still reading, thank you so much! I know its kinda slow and boring at the beginning but I'll try to make it more exciting as I go along, so... like...anyways, here's the first chapter in my book The Journal

Chapter: 2- The first Entry

Monday, December 1, 20**

I sighed going out the bathroom from my shower. After waking up with the knowledge of school beginning in less than two hours I decided that a long hot shower was needed to calm me down.

After that I had searched through my closet looking for my black chucks and black shirt. I then rummaged through my dresser for my usual pair of dark blue jeans, knowing that I didn't really care what I looked like for school.

It wasn't like I had anyone to impress anyway. And that was how I ended up here- sitting at my desk with twenty minutes left until I had to go to school. I was staring at my new journal thinking of what I should write. It never had seemed so hard before, beginning to write something but I guess it was different when you were writing about yourself and what you'd lived through.

Deciding what I should do I stood up and threw the journal in my book bag. I didn't need to have anything written in it right now so I needed to stop worrying. I just had to somehow come up with something by my next appointment with Mrs. Green to show her.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder I opened my room door and went down the hall towards the stairs. As I passed the rooms my mom and step dad, twin brother and sister slept in I tried to make sure the creaking of the floor boards was less harsh.

I wasn't trying to wake them earlier than I knew any of them were ready for. I was pretty sure I was the only morning person in a house of five. Creeping down the stairs I quickly ran into the kitchen and sat my bag down.

Outside the sun was barely breaking the sky and I enjoyed watching the sunrise everyday through the kitchen window. Knowing I had ten minutes left before everyone rose in the house I quickly grabbed a breakfast bar from the cabinet and my black hoodie off the coat hook.

Going out into the chilly December air I breathed it in, the frigidness of it burning my lungs. Turning toward the road I took a step onto the grey concrete. Everyday since school started I had decided to walk to school.

I was okay with the decision since I lived about a mile from the school and walking it would take about twenty-five minutes. Just in time to enter the school, not too early or late. Closing my eyes I took my time savoring the quiet morning, taking in the chirping of the last few birds here and the buzzing of the wind as I ate the breakfast bar.

As I walked I thought about my journal and what I should write about, sure I could at least have a base to start at by the end of the day. Stopping at a walkway I waited until the crossing guard told me to go before walking again.

Without noticing it I had already walked all the way to the school and there was nothing left to do but go inside. Slowly I began the walk to the doors that would open up to reveal the tile floor and white walls of prison.

When I reached the door on the side leading into the hallway that would lead you into the office I sighed before going in. The hall was empty, silent except for the faint buzzing of the vending machine.

Walking down the quiet hallway I was surprised when the door to the office opened and out stepped the principal and a student who was vaguely familiar to me. They were quietly arguing the student doing wild hand motions as if trying to get his point across. The student was starting to make me curious, he seemed so familiar but I just couldn't put my finger on it.