As the silver, crescent moon rose across the clear sky, loud crashes of thunder invades the silence. The sudden appearance of lights brighten up the once dark sky.
My eyes shoot open as the uncomforting storm wakes me up. I let out a hidden sigh, now fully awaked. I shift my position, my arms resting on my soft pillow. Soon after, once the storm was calmed down, minutes later, I drifted to sleep, dreaming about dancing clowns.
The deafening noise of the alarm clock rung in my ears. My body shot up, the sun peeking through the curtains. Automatically, my arm hit the alarm clock hard, shutting the machine up. I threw open my covers as I trudged towards the bathroom, nearly slipping on the way. I closed the bathroom door as I swiftly got ready. Several minutes later, I heard a sudden knock on the bathroom door.
"Done yet?" My brother, Mitch Carter, asked.
"Yeah, just in time." I replied, opening the door.
"Why is the floor all wet?" Mitch asked, grabbing my arm.
"Oh, I don't know. Just don't slip." I warned, making him release his grip, walking to my room. I quickly changed, as I heard the bathroom door slam, water running from the sink, right after. I sprinted downstairs, zipping up my gray jacket, almost slipping again.
"Hey, good morning." My mom greeted, right when I entered the kitchen.
"What's so good about the morning?" I asked.
My mom sighed as she passed me a plate of eggs. "Eat."
"Mom, you know I don't eat breakfast. So don't try and make me." I muttered, pushing the delicate plate back, almost falling at the edge. I slung my backpack over my right shoulder, as I pushed the chair forward. My mom was going to say something stupid, but I interrupted her, "I'm going to go."
"You still have twenty minutes." She said, looking at the silver watch on her wrist.
"And...?" I walked to the front door as I tugged my socks on.
"And I don't want you to go so soon." She grimaced.
"Well, that's too bad then." I got in my converses as I twisted the front doorknob open. "Bye mom."
Before she could respond, I slammed the door close. I took five steps before I searched for my yellow iPod, hidden in my left pocket among other useful items. I plugged my earphones in my ear, my right one first, as usual. As I searched for an interesting song, Save Our Souls, Insecure Mix, by Panik Attack, I continued to walk with a slow, steady pace.
As I reached my destination, the bus stop, a few others crowded the large space. A boy, Adrian Deshelle, was strolling towards me.
"Hey Silv." Adrian greeted.
"Adrian." I replied, no emotion showing.
"Awh, not happy to see me?" Adrian joked.
"Oh, I'm super happy." I muttered, sarcastically, pausing the song playing on my iPod. The screaming music stopped almost immediately.
"If you don't want to talk to me, just say so." Adrian said.
"I don't want to talk to you." I responded coldly.
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened. Not my prob." Adrian defended.
"You were the one that started it." I replayed Save Our Souls, changing the volume almost to the max. I watched Adrian's mouth moving, hands swishing back and forth. I didn't hear anything he said, Save Our Souls clouding my ears. Around three minutes later, the song ended, just how Adrian's unheard explanation ended. I changed the song to Untouched by the Veronicas. (Hah, of course the Veronicas.) When the lyrics, "I feel so untouched right now need you so much," the bus had arrived, skidding past the stop sign. I stood behind Lexander Lyson, her black hair swimming in the light drizzle of rain. As I walked onto the bus, a poke made me turn around to face Adrian. His usual clear, blue eyes, was a dark wave of storms. I ignored him as I walked briskly to the back, sitting in the second seat from the back. Adrian sat across from me, relaxing roughly.
As Dear Angel by April Sixth started to play, the bus had stopped as other students entered the bus. Damian Rector was standing by me, his silver eyes watching me. I took off my earphones as I looked up at me.
"What?" I questioned.
"Can I sit next to you?" He asked.
"Sorry, no, it's taken. My imaginary friend is there. Sit next to Adrian." I answered.
Adrian looked up from the window, "Huh? Somebody say my name?"
"Yeah, can Damian sit next to you?" I asked.
"Sure," Adrian scooted over as Damian sat down.
"Thanks, Adrian." Damian replied.
Adrian nodded as he continued to watch me. I sighed as I stuffed the earphones back into my ear, the volume fully to the max, listening to Dear Angel again.
Damian poked me when the song was nearly ending, I paused the iPod angrily. I looked over at him. "Yes?"
"Did we have English homework?"
I thought for a moment before saying, "Yeah. The packet."
"Ugh, I didn't do it." He muttered.
"Alright, cool." I replied, not really listening.
"Thanks anyways."
I didn't say anything as the bus stopped again. I forced my iPod back into my pocket as I got up, my backpack slung over my shoulder. I darted in front of Damian as he was getting his supplies, Adrian right behind him.
Olivia Slech and Julianne Crescent stood in front of me, chatting. They were best friends, yet completely different. Olivia Slech was the depressed, bisexual emo. Julianne Crescent was the cheery, overly happy type. They were both talking about some songs by Story of The Year. As we all exited the bus, the bell rung, signaling the first bell.
We all sprinted to the school, not far away. As I reached my locker, my best friend, Alerissa Knight, was on my left, Angel Bandis on my right. Angel Bandis was not an angel, that's for sure. More of the opposite. Because of our last names, she had to be next to me.
"Where were you? I was waiting at your locker for awhile. Angel was being a bitch to me. I ignored her, though." Alerissa said, interrupting my thoughts.
Angel cleared her throat, "I'm fucking right here."
"Was that the wind?" Alerissa ignored.
"Well, Ale, my bus was late. Adrian was being annoying. Your crush, Damian Rector, tried to sit next to me."
"Damian Rector," Alerissa replied, dreamily. "He is so hot."
Angel snickered. We both ignored her as I grabbed my lock. "Sure he is."
"Silver! He's super hot." Alerissa defended as I opened my locker. I dropped my backpack as I opened it, pouring its contents into my locker.
"I prefer Chase Loveless." I grinned, grabbing my agenda and my yellow Social Studies binder.
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