• Part 1

    Aiden


    I stared up at my ceiling, trying to bore myself back to sleep. I glanced at the clock for the fifth time in twenty minutes, and groaned. It was only 4:15am and I didn’t have to leave until 6:00, I yawned and sat up in bed. My stomach growled, then started aching.

    Trying to decide if I was hungry, or just nervous, I slowly climbed out of my warm bed. I shivered when my feet hit the cold wood of my floor, and I considered snuggling back into the blankets and forgetting about going to school ever again.

    I didn’t want to go to a new school full of strange faces and even stranger classes. I was perfectly happy with my “horrible” education at my old high school, with my “bad influence” friends. But my mom was persistent to take me out of, what she called, “a hazardous environment”, so I was now going to suffer out the rest of my high school days at Cibola high school.

    I only had two years to go, if I was lucky, and I was trying to keep myself excited about being a junior. It was harder than I expected when I realized that I had no friends at this new school, and I was alone. I didn’t like that thought very much.


    I broke myself away from my ponderings and walked into my bath room. I turned on the sink and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My black hair hung loosely down to my jaw line and stuck up slightly from having been slept on, and my bright green eyes looked exhausted from lack of sleep. I splashed water on my face and gave myself another look over. I decided that washing my face wasn’t going to help me feel better, so I turned on the shower.

    When I was out, I glanced at the mirror again. I decided at this point that nothing was going to make me feel good today. I sighed and walked back into my room. The air felt even cooler now against my wet skin, and I shivered wrapping the towel tighter around me. I opened my dresser and started digging threw cloths to find something to wear.

    Suddenly, my bedroom door came flying open, and my little sister Sheyenne stood with her arms crossed in the door way.
    “Do you need to be so loud?” she said in an irritated voice. “I need to get my beauty sleep!” she whined.

    “There isn’t enough sleep in the world that can help you, you little brat.” I said and pushed her back, slamming the door in her face.
    “I’m going to tell mom your being a butt face!” she screamed and pounded her fist into the door. Finally I herd her retreat to her own room and slam the door behind her.

    I sighed and walked back to my cloths and got dressed, then I grabbed my book bag off my floor and filled it with my note books and all he things I would need for school. Then I slipped out the front door into the cool morning air, I felt refreshed and more awake as I walked down the winding hill to my buss stop.

    I looked up as I walked, the remnants of the full moon from the night before still hung mistily in the sky. The sun rose behind the mountains, making the sky turn to different shades of reds, pinks, and blues.

    My gaze moved back to the ground as I started to remember my father. How he would wake me every morning and we would sit on the roof and watch the sun rise, and not climb down until we had seen at least one hot-air balloon ascend into the sky.

    That was before the drinking started again, and before he had decided that I was no longer his little girl, that I was just a piece of flesh that he could strike whenever he thought necessary. When I stopped being important, and became another scapegoat that he could hold accountable for his problems.

    I shook my head to clear the memories and realized that my hands were clenched tightly around the straps of my bag, and that there were warm tears on my cheeks. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and looked up. There were few kids at my bus stop, all standing silently except two girls who stood away from the group and whispered to themselves.

    I walked up slowly and joined the rest of the kids waiting. They all glanced at me, then continued to stare at there feet. Finally after what felt like an eternity, the bus’s engine roared around the corner. I sighed, closed my eyes for a second, then climbed on the bus. welcome to hell. I thought as I took a seat in the very back.