Missing Highschool

I woke up this morning with a sick feeling in my heart. It felt like the world was missing, and I was missing with it. I woke up before my alarm, two hours before, to be exact. I ran to the bathroom.

You know how throwing up isn't fun? Lets just say I had zero fun from the hours of 4am to 6am. Going out is never worth it, I drink too much, talk too much, come home, stumble to my bed, then throw up the next morning, like this is normal.

Last night I did happen to meet a boy, tall dark and handsome. Oh, and married. Hooray for me. I definitely have a type: Unavailable.

I stumbled and hit my toe against the bed, the smell of pain, awe, so soothing.

My dad, a normal sized man, taller than my mom, super old school, knocked on the door:

"Miley," he said.

"Not here!" I yelled.