Fear
Chapter Four
I awoke hearing my alarm clock. It was playing radio music, blasting my ears. 'Coldplay' was performing a favorite of mine that made me smile upon waking.
I was never a morning person, so the smile was gone almost immediately when I realized it was a Tuesday. Sometimes I felt as though Tuesdays were worse than Mondays.
I sat up and looked around my room. The room looked blurry as I was adjusting my eyesight. When my vision was clear -or what I thought as clear- I sat up.
I walked into the bathroom and started to undress myself. I still felt awkward in my body. Even though I was alone, I felt as though I was being watched. I showered and exited the room with nothing on my body. I was alone and no one would come in my room.
After putting on my undergarments, I searched through my closet and found a white tank top. Written in black on the shirt was 'New York City'. This was one of my favorite shirts. I had always wanted to go to New York City, but my father would never let me. I even asked to go for college and he had a tantrum. Almost like a baby asking for a bottle. I threw on pink shorts that were shorter than my father would have liked and black boots.
I modeled myself in the mirror, leaning backwards at an angle and leaning forwards showing my collar bones. I went to the bathroom and did my makeup. The dark eyeliner and eyeshadow made my eyes stick out and they fit with my outfit. I walked downstairs after checking the time.
It was 8:32. I mentally thanked myself for waking up early and hopped down the stairs at a quick pace. My school didn't start until 9:05 A.M and I was grateful for that. I saw Chanel and Johnny already up and eating breakfast. Chanel was wearing a nice, pretty dress.
It was black at the top with sparkles decorating it. The bottom came above her knees and was white. It fit her perfectly. Not too tight or too loose. She had a long , brown , wool coat on just incase she got too cold during class.
I sat next to her and ate breakfast in silence. I was still angry at Johnny for what he had said and was being quiet. Chanel knew exactly why I wasn't speaking and didn't question.She just sipped her apple juice widening her eyes for a second. She didn't make any eye contact with Johnny either.
"Good Morning," Johnny said to me. I hummed acknowledging his presence.
"Look, I'm not going to apologize for what I said. It was the truth. I'm just trying to help you. Guys are pigs and you and Chanel do not deserve pigs," he reasoned.
"Not all guys are pigs," Chanel replied in a demanding tone.
"Some are nice and caring. They are sweet and handsome inside and out. I want to warn you something: when I find my perfect guy, I will tell you one thing. "I'm too happy to sleep," she stood and picked up her plate and walked into the kitchen.
"See what you do? This all you and dads fault. Maybe if you stayed in your own relationship, everyone would be happy," I stabbed my waffles.
The door opened and Sutton walked in all smiles. She waved at me and stole a piece of bacon from Johnny's plate. Before eating it, she kissed his cheek.
"What's going on?" She asked confused.
Johnny usually danced with joy after getting a kiss from her. Johnny scoffed, standing up and getting his book bag before walking out the door for class.
"I guess this is bye," Sutton fast walked out the door before leaving with Johnny.
I heard her drive away and I stood up. I dumped my plate in the sink, running the water for a few seconds to clear the sticky syrup. We walked outside and waited on the stairs for the school bus.
"We really need cars," Chanel muttered sadly. I laughed at her and nodded in agreement.
"Definitely. Waiting for a smelly, yellow bus to come get us," I shook my head.
The bus finally came at 8:45. Making me and Chanel sigh in relief. We walked onto the bus, Chanel in front of me. People stared at us weirdly. We were always the new kids, so being stared at didn't faze us. But it was quite uncomfortable.
Chanel and I sat down in a empty seat in the back of the bus. The normally loud kids, sat quiet. Chanel and I stared out the window. We were quiet, wanting to avoid any rude or inappropriate questions.
"These are both of your schedules. Your locker number and combination are on the back of these papers. Here are your notes to be excused from the first ten minutes of class," the woman at the office desk handed us separate papers.
We walked to our lockers and Chanel noticed hers was closer to the office, while mine was farther down the hallway. We smiled at each other and hugged quickly before moving our separate ways.
I walked down the hallway slowly, looking for my locker. When I found it I put my bags inside and hurried to my class.
When I walked inside, all eyes were on me. Even the teacher stared. I stood frozen. I was a socially awkward person so, being in a large crowd didn't excite me.
"Hello. What's your name, dear?" The teacher asked.
"Umm, Kirsten. My name is Kirsten Hall," I answered.
I clutched my books even tighter in nervousness when people started to mumble to their friends. I felt they were judging everything about me.
"Well, Miss Hall, you are late. Do you have a note for me?"
I fumbled around for the note and almost dropped my books, causing the class to chuckle and giggle at my mistake. My cheeks heated. I was blushing harshly causing another round of the miniature laughs.
I handed her the note which she read carefully but quickly.
"I am Mrs. Greenworth. Please take a seat anywhere."
She turned her attention to her computer and sat down while everyone else did their assigned worksheet. I walked down the middle aisle.
Boys stared at my shorts hungrily causing me to move faster.
As I was about to sit down, a hand pinched my bum. I was about to slap the perpetrator before noticing the curls.
He smiled cheekily at me. Showing his full set of bottom and top teeth.
I was never a morning person, so the smile was gone almost immediately when I realized it was a Tuesday. Sometimes I felt as though Tuesdays were worse than Mondays.
I sat up and looked around my room. The room looked blurry as I was adjusting my eyesight. When my vision was clear -or what I thought as clear- I sat up.
I walked into the bathroom and started to undress myself. I still felt awkward in my body. Even though I was alone, I felt as though I was being watched. I showered and exited the room with nothing on my body. I was alone and no one would come in my room.
After putting on my undergarments, I searched through my closet and found a white tank top. Written in black on the shirt was 'New York City'. This was one of my favorite shirts. I had always wanted to go to New York City, but my father would never let me. I even asked to go for college and he had a tantrum. Almost like a baby asking for a bottle. I threw on pink shorts that were shorter than my father would have liked and black boots.
I modeled myself in the mirror, leaning backwards at an angle and leaning forwards showing my collar bones. I went to the bathroom and did my makeup. The dark eyeliner and eyeshadow made my eyes stick out and they fit with my outfit. I walked downstairs after checking the time.
It was 8:32. I mentally thanked myself for waking up early and hopped down the stairs at a quick pace. My school didn't start until 9:05 A.M and I was grateful for that. I saw Chanel and Johnny already up and eating breakfast. Chanel was wearing a nice, pretty dress.
It was black at the top with sparkles decorating it. The bottom came above her knees and was white. It fit her perfectly. Not too tight or too loose. She had a long , brown , wool coat on just incase she got too cold during class.
I sat next to her and ate breakfast in silence. I was still angry at Johnny for what he had said and was being quiet. Chanel knew exactly why I wasn't speaking and didn't question.She just sipped her apple juice widening her eyes for a second. She didn't make any eye contact with Johnny either.
"Good Morning," Johnny said to me. I hummed acknowledging his presence.
"Look, I'm not going to apologize for what I said. It was the truth. I'm just trying to help you. Guys are pigs and you and Chanel do not deserve pigs," he reasoned.
"Not all guys are pigs," Chanel replied in a demanding tone.
"Some are nice and caring. They are sweet and handsome inside and out. I want to warn you something: when I find my perfect guy, I will tell you one thing. "I'm too happy to sleep," she stood and picked up her plate and walked into the kitchen.
"See what you do? This all you and dads fault. Maybe if you stayed in your own relationship, everyone would be happy," I stabbed my waffles.
The door opened and Sutton walked in all smiles. She waved at me and stole a piece of bacon from Johnny's plate. Before eating it, she kissed his cheek.
"What's going on?" She asked confused.
Johnny usually danced with joy after getting a kiss from her. Johnny scoffed, standing up and getting his book bag before walking out the door for class.
"I guess this is bye," Sutton fast walked out the door before leaving with Johnny.
I heard her drive away and I stood up. I dumped my plate in the sink, running the water for a few seconds to clear the sticky syrup. We walked outside and waited on the stairs for the school bus.
"We really need cars," Chanel muttered sadly. I laughed at her and nodded in agreement.
"Definitely. Waiting for a smelly, yellow bus to come get us," I shook my head.
The bus finally came at 8:45. Making me and Chanel sigh in relief. We walked onto the bus, Chanel in front of me. People stared at us weirdly. We were always the new kids, so being stared at didn't faze us. But it was quite uncomfortable.
Chanel and I sat down in a empty seat in the back of the bus. The normally loud kids, sat quiet. Chanel and I stared out the window. We were quiet, wanting to avoid any rude or inappropriate questions.
"These are both of your schedules. Your locker number and combination are on the back of these papers. Here are your notes to be excused from the first ten minutes of class," the woman at the office desk handed us separate papers.
We walked to our lockers and Chanel noticed hers was closer to the office, while mine was farther down the hallway. We smiled at each other and hugged quickly before moving our separate ways.
I walked down the hallway slowly, looking for my locker. When I found it I put my bags inside and hurried to my class.
When I walked inside, all eyes were on me. Even the teacher stared. I stood frozen. I was a socially awkward person so, being in a large crowd didn't excite me.
"Hello. What's your name, dear?" The teacher asked.
"Umm, Kirsten. My name is Kirsten Hall," I answered.
I clutched my books even tighter in nervousness when people started to mumble to their friends. I felt they were judging everything about me.
"Well, Miss Hall, you are late. Do you have a note for me?"
I fumbled around for the note and almost dropped my books, causing the class to chuckle and giggle at my mistake. My cheeks heated. I was blushing harshly causing another round of the miniature laughs.
I handed her the note which she read carefully but quickly.
"I am Mrs. Greenworth. Please take a seat anywhere."
She turned her attention to her computer and sat down while everyone else did their assigned worksheet. I walked down the middle aisle.
Boys stared at my shorts hungrily causing me to move faster.
As I was about to sit down, a hand pinched my bum. I was about to slap the perpetrator before noticing the curls.
He smiled cheekily at me. Showing his full set of bottom and top teeth.
This is soo good update please
12/29/13