out of mind (zachary smith)

chapter 1

routine

The clock struck ten at night when I woke up from my nap. As usual. I'd probably get out of bed, eat a bowl of cereal..or more, and binge every season of Vampire Diaries as if I'd never seen it before, for the fifth time. That was my summer routine. Unfortunately, summer was coming to an end because tomorrow would be my first day of senior year. I'd have to get ready and be out of the house by eight am sharp. I'd put on my most comfortable fit, with my comfortable morning face, and set a comfortable mindset...but I wasn't comfortable.

In reality, I'd been pushing this day away since Junior Year ended. It'd been the last thing on my mind. I barely had a notebook and fuck...I forgot to get a new backpack. I guess the one from Junior Year would do.

In this small town, I'm known as the girl who's mother disappeared without a trace, who was left behind with an older sister who only gave a fuck about what the world thought about her and only her. Life was great though, I couldn't complain...right? it could be worse.

I recently turned eighteen. Yup. The big one-eight. Did I feel different? no...I mean, I guess I'm an adult now, as society would label me. I'd have to learn to fend for myself, manage myself financially, push myself through another four years of possible hell, and god knows what else...but since I'm eighteen, I can handle it, I'm supposed to have some type of possession and control over my mental health and maturity. Yeah, I fucking wished.

Let's hope I'd get through this year without killing my self. 

My name is Sabrina Adgo and I'm a complete fuck-up.

a Zachary Smith fan-fiction

A/N: i don't proofread. i just write. - management.