Looking Past Clothes Hangers

Chapter 1

6:30 a.m., my alarm on my phone attempts to wake me, but I reject it's power. Therefore my body knows to be prepared for the 7:00 a.m. alarm to sound off and that one I couldn't ignore. Since my body is so tense for the sound of the next alarm, I don't seem to sleep as soundly as before the first alarm.
Isn't it funny how impressionable are bodies truly are? When we were six we believed in everything from Santa to Bigfoot, but we believed because we were so impressed by how "cool" and mystic these beings were. When we grew older, our bodies began to be impressed upon by peer pressure and sex. Some of us went down the right road, some went the wrong one and then there's me, Jacob Collins, who doesn't know which way to go.
Being 17 is rather stupid, I mean it is a year that just reminds you of how close you are to 18. A year basically wasted away counting down to the next year when you will be free from all the binds that tied you down as a kid. The binds that made you believe in Santa and Bigfoot. As for me, I am afraid of embracing the fact that I will technically be an adult and have so many responsibilities all lining up at the tip of my Vans sneakers. You can kick them away asking as long as they don't make you tired. Then you fall into a pit of piled up reminders of how procrastinating never works.
I attend Westin High, a school where your graduating class is a mere 300 kids. Being a senior at this rinky-dink school in this rinky-dink town kind of sucks worse than having gym right after lunch.
I have two friends, really, Rosemary and Christian.