Everyone can believe in the idea of being innocent until proven guilty but when someone holds the evidence to prove your guilt, how long can you continue to run from your inevitable fate?
After moving to America in an attempt to escape her troubled...
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Chapter 1:
A Fresh Start
Even in the darkest of moments, a glimpse of light is all it takes to give you the hope that you can start again.
The nightmares of the past few months are drawing to a close, as of today. There's no turning back, and that feeling is enough to give me the best night of sleep I've had in a long time, despite it being broken up but that in itself says a lot.
But right now, I lay here, eyes wide open, waiting for my alarm to go off at 6:30 in the morning.
It's a Monday, and just like everyone else, I hate Mondays. I've spent the past sixteen years endlessly hoping that someone would get rid of them, but I'm yet to have those hopes fulfilled. However, this isn't like any other start to the week, as it's officially the day I'm going to be starting at my new school.
Most people would usually be excited, but me? I'm dreading it, mainly because I'm starting halfway through the semester.
The growing realisation that there's no time left to waste sitting and wondering what the day ahead will hold for me floods my body with a nauseous feeling.
The beeping of the alarm fills my silent bedroom. Rolling onto my side, I hit the button, turning it off. I stretch my legs, pulling my covers up over me so that I can wriggle around in my warmth for one final time before starting my day.
Through the gape in my curtains, it looks bright. It's only March, but it seems as though it'll be a beautiful day today. The first warm day I've experienced since moving to Illinois. That's where I live now; I moved over to America from England a couple of weeks ago.
Getting out of bed after rubbing my eyes multiple times, I drag my feet across the floor towards my bedroom door. This is it, a fresh start, an opportunity to reinvent myself.
Anyone who has ever started at a new school will know that the only fun thing is the possibility of making yourself whoever you want to be, painting your image of yourself into the minds of everyone else. If I want to be a polite, teacher's pet- I can be. If I want to be a rebel and skip classes, even though the chances of that happening are unlikely, I can be.
You don't get many chances to start again, but for me, this is something I have to grab with both hands. I need to get away from the person I used to be, or I'll be stuck in this darkness forever.
With the nauseating feeling growing, generic first day nerves as my mum will call them, I know that I should eat breakfast before carrying on with the day. Heading downstairs to the kitchen, I carefully avoid knocking over any of the cardboard boxes from the mountains that have gathered in the hallway.
After looking through a few boxes on the kitchen counter, I find the toaster and decide that a couple of slices of toast may be enough to settle my stomach.
