Outcasts Rewritten

Chapter 1

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# allison is not edgy she's just an aries # tumblr 2014 best era 

Allison's POV

It was on a way too early September morning in 2014 when a continuous and irritating noise woke me up from a dream I no longer could remember by the time I'd opened my eyes. Groaning, I turned my alarm off as it hit me that after a long, boring summer of scrolling through my Tumblr dashboard full with Arctic Monkeys lyrics and pictures of Matty Healy while listening to their music and other, rather edgy, indie rock artists has come to an end. The thought of going back to high school to start my junior year alone made me want to go back to sleep and never wake up. And before you judge me for being so negative let me explain how this was going to be my second junior year and all the people I was sort of friends with wouldn't be in my classes anymore. It's not like any of them have tried to keep in touch with me during the summer break anyways. Trust me, it wasn't like I planned on spending 2 months binge watching American Horror Story in my bedroom while receiving drunk videos on snapchat of those "friends" at a house party just for them to text me the next day about how crazy it all was and I should've been there. Never got an invitation though. Not even from my boyfriend. But then again he'd spend half of the summer in Santa Monica to visit his father there, so I wasn't able to see him for a while.

I unlocked my phone that morning after snoozing a few times and saw I got a text from him.

Josh: good morning! can't wait to see u again today. i'll meet you at your locker before first period :)

Not going to lie, I thought I was going to feel a little more excited to see him. I haven't necessary missed him a lot, normally he'd cancel date nights to go have boys night or attend a house party instead. Not often was I asked to join him, but even when he invited me I'd still refuse to go since I have no desire to watch him get shitfaced drunk with his mates while I have to make small talk with people I barely knew. You could say we weren't that couple that were around each other 24/7 which was okay to me, I like my space, but it often made me wonder if this was what love should feel like. According to the artists I listened to, definitely not.

After replying to him I continued my morning routine of getting dressed, cleaning myself and putting make up on. I admit I secretly put some effort in looking extra good on the first day. Thankfully my curly brown hair wasn't too frizzy so I didn't have to style it too much. I walked downstairs to see my stepmother there next to my mother who seemed to just returned from her night shift at the hospital. She worked as a nurse in a town nearby, so you can imagine how lonely it was after she and my father had divorced years earlier. I never blamed her for our somewhat distant relationship, she did what she had to do to afford living in the middle class of America. I could manage myself luckily. It was hard seeing her throw herself into her work after being cheated on by her only daughter's father, but she had met Saanvi a few years after the break up. Apparently, they hit it right off when they first met and have been happily together ever since. She quickly moved in with us which thirteen year old Allison was a bit skeptic about at first. I thought this meant more time with mom, but instead it was just more time with Saanvi. My new mom. To my disappointment, my mom still had to work lots of shifts and I was often left alone at the dinner table with my new stepmom who I barely knew. You'd think this time would be perfect to get to know my mom's new girlfriend, but I was more socially awkward than you can imagine. I didn't despise her, not at all, I'm more than glad that my mother is now with someone she loves and could spent time with, but it did make me feel forgotten often in the past. I never told any of them. Or my dad.

"Morning Allison!" My mother greeted me. "Ready for your first day?"

"As ready as one can be." I lied.