I rolled over not really opening my eyes, but at the same time I was well aware that it wasn't morning. Rolling again I laid on my back, arms crossed in back of my head, and opened my eyes only to stare at the pitch blackness. Cruising slightly I climbed out of my not so comfy bed, and went to the chair that sat next to the window. "Why can't I sleep without you?" I thought while a single tear rolled down my cheek.
It was true; I couldn't really sleep without her. She was my other half; she completed who I was; who I still am. My heart swelled again just thinking about how much the absence made itself known at night. My heart still couldn't fathom why the whole in it was even there. She said that she loved me, and would never leave me; but she did.
"Baby," I whimpered. "Why did you leave me? I still need you." My voice cracked as tears just streamed down my already semi-wet cheeks. Somehow, as though me crying was the trigger, I fell fast asleep in the very same chair that we would always sit in before going to bed-the same one she gave me my first kiss in.
Next thing I knew, someone was shaking me awake. "Sweetie, wake up. It's time for school." I heard my Dad saying.
Groaning and stretching, I looked at him with the most malice full stare ever. "I don't want to go to that school anymore. Can't I just drop out and get my GED? I mean colleges will still except me, Dad."
He laughed, thinking I was joking. Which he was right, well half right. "Abby. Sweetie. You will be fine, this school isn't like your old one," Dad paused while pulling me in a standing position. "You'll be okay there." I muttered a fine while sulking into my bathroom.
My Dad was really a cool guy, really. I'm just not a morning person. Never was. He and my mom split a long time ago, but that never stopped him from being around. Looking back, he was there for me more then my Mom ever was. All the way up to the point I got kicked out by my Mom, which was kind of sad in a way. But hey, I got to live with my dad now, that's the thing I loved the most. The reason she kicked me out was a stupid one too. "Abby come on! I'm driving you, and I can't be late for work!!" He bellowed up the stairs in my direction. I yelled back that I was coming down in a second.
Before going downstairs, I stole a quick glance in the mirror that shown a carbon reflection of myself. My boy-ish haircut stood up in the front, with a little help of some hair gel. The gray blue eyes that were once full of life, now looked empty and dull; the thick eyeliner didn't help any either. I took a quick brushing of my longer, more colorful, half of my head. The brushing really didn't tame the orange hair a bit, but it never hurt to try. "Well," I said pausing in order to look at my teeth. "Lets hope today will be different, very different."
Sighing at the fact that I now had to leave, that it wasn't an option anymore, I grabbed the empty backpack and made my way down the stairs. And to my utmost certain doom, at least that's what was playing through my mind as my feet pounded down the old beaten, wooden stairs. The same ones my feet pounded down as a little girl, before my parents divorced. I was still thinking that as I climbed into my Dad's car, as he was talking on his cell phone explaining why he was going to be a few minutes late and as I was walking into my new school.
Where no one knew me. Where I knew no one. Where I was hated. Finally, where, I was the only new person the school had seen in about two years. You could eat my enthusiasm with a spoon, that's if I had any. Taking a deep breath I opened the school door, hoping that no one would notice that I wasn't there; that I was just apart of the school itself.
To be Cont.
It was true; I couldn't really sleep without her. She was my other half; she completed who I was; who I still am. My heart swelled again just thinking about how much the absence made itself known at night. My heart still couldn't fathom why the whole in it was even there. She said that she loved me, and would never leave me; but she did.
"Baby," I whimpered. "Why did you leave me? I still need you." My voice cracked as tears just streamed down my already semi-wet cheeks. Somehow, as though me crying was the trigger, I fell fast asleep in the very same chair that we would always sit in before going to bed-the same one she gave me my first kiss in.
Next thing I knew, someone was shaking me awake. "Sweetie, wake up. It's time for school." I heard my Dad saying.
Groaning and stretching, I looked at him with the most malice full stare ever. "I don't want to go to that school anymore. Can't I just drop out and get my GED? I mean colleges will still except me, Dad."
He laughed, thinking I was joking. Which he was right, well half right. "Abby. Sweetie. You will be fine, this school isn't like your old one," Dad paused while pulling me in a standing position. "You'll be okay there." I muttered a fine while sulking into my bathroom.
My Dad was really a cool guy, really. I'm just not a morning person. Never was. He and my mom split a long time ago, but that never stopped him from being around. Looking back, he was there for me more then my Mom ever was. All the way up to the point I got kicked out by my Mom, which was kind of sad in a way. But hey, I got to live with my dad now, that's the thing I loved the most. The reason she kicked me out was a stupid one too. "Abby come on! I'm driving you, and I can't be late for work!!" He bellowed up the stairs in my direction. I yelled back that I was coming down in a second.
Before going downstairs, I stole a quick glance in the mirror that shown a carbon reflection of myself. My boy-ish haircut stood up in the front, with a little help of some hair gel. The gray blue eyes that were once full of life, now looked empty and dull; the thick eyeliner didn't help any either. I took a quick brushing of my longer, more colorful, half of my head. The brushing really didn't tame the orange hair a bit, but it never hurt to try. "Well," I said pausing in order to look at my teeth. "Lets hope today will be different, very different."
Sighing at the fact that I now had to leave, that it wasn't an option anymore, I grabbed the empty backpack and made my way down the stairs. And to my utmost certain doom, at least that's what was playing through my mind as my feet pounded down the old beaten, wooden stairs. The same ones my feet pounded down as a little girl, before my parents divorced. I was still thinking that as I climbed into my Dad's car, as he was talking on his cell phone explaining why he was going to be a few minutes late and as I was walking into my new school.
Where no one knew me. Where I knew no one. Where I was hated. Finally, where, I was the only new person the school had seen in about two years. You could eat my enthusiasm with a spoon, that's if I had any. Taking a deep breath I opened the school door, hoping that no one would notice that I wasn't there; that I was just apart of the school itself.
To be Cont.
