The Day

*DISCLAIMER* Ok, so I finally decided to add this on here after twenty or so people asked me this... I know this story might be like "Before I Fall" by Lauren Oliver, but I assure you that I have never read that book. Actually, it's sitting on my bookshelf right now because I got it at the bookstore yesterday. It sounds pretty good. But I assure you that anything "The Day" and "Before I Fall" have in common is purely coincidential. I actually got this story idea from a dream last summer. I had really strong feelings for my friend back then, and I was debating whether I should tell him. That night I had a dream about how he'd never know if I died. So there comes "The Day" haha. It was just supposed to be very shallow and stuff, but for those of you that have read the end, it's not very shallow, but sad. Thanks for reading this! *DISCLAIMER*

Ok, so this is my first attempt at a story on Wattpad. I've put a lot of thought into it, so please pay attention to every detail. I am currently in the process of thoroughly editing, so please ignore any mistakes. Thank you!

Also, another warning. This story will have a lot of violence. And it's themes are a little more mature than usual. There is nothing Rated-R, but to grasp its meaning, you will need a little more maturity than usual. But please don't let that keep you from reading! Maybe this will mature you a little.

I greatly appreciate every vote and comment I get, so please be generous with those. And they help me a lot, as I am in the Watty Awards. :)

Anyway, I usually put author's notes at the end. So please read those.

Enjoy! :D

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 The Day

Daniela Rubio

Chapter One: The Beginning

I felt the bullet piercing into my lung, draining of air, and filling with blood. It suddenly became impossible to breathe, and my desperate attempts were just making my death come faster. My fall to the concrete suddenly became slow-motion, every aspect of my life coming into a hard focus. I couldn't believe I'd wasted it like that. If I could just have one more day...

I woke up, immediately feeling the crick in my neck I felt every morning. I glanced over at the clock and registered in my head that it was 8:45 am, so I had two hours before I had to be at school. The sun was shining bright in my eyes, and I shielded it as best I could from my face while I lazily got out of bed, and dragged my feet across the wood floor to get ready.

After I threw on my clothes, I went to sit at my vanity, preparing to do my hair and makeup. I grabbed my straightening iron, and ran it through my black hair, perfectly ironing out the waves in it. Then, with my makeup, I lined my blue eyes with brown and made them pop, brushed some blush and bronzer on my cheeks, paying special attention to the apples so I make my washed-out pale skin get a nice glow. I finished in about 10 minutes and opened the door to my room.

My dog, Mr. Meowsir demanded his daily meal from me as soon as he saw me. I bent down and gave him a soft pat on the head.

"Aw, Mr. Meowsir, are you hungry my little runt dog?" I said very sweetly, as if my dog had any idea what I'm saying.

I strolled over to the kitchen and spot my mother sitting at the table, drinking her coffee.

"Hey mom, how'd you sleep?" I asked, eyed her carefully, looking for any signs of change. She looked really beautiful, the sun hit her head, and highlighted every strand of her red hair, the red made her green eyes glow like stop lights.

"Like a baby," she said wistfully, but the bags under her eyes told me otherwise. "Say, do you mind getting that dog his food? I'm afraid I'll have to send him training if he scratches another one of my cabinets."

I frowned as I reached up to open the pantry, grabbing the dog food can, popping the cap open, and pouring it into my dog’s bowl. Wow, my mom could be so annoying sometimes; with that raspy voice of hers, a French accent accentuating every vowel.

Mr. Meowsir seemed delighted to get his dry dog food. I watch him eat it, reminiscing about that day so many years ago.

It was my seventh birthday; my mother threw me a party, inviting almost the whole city. My birthday present was my dog, my parents deciding it would be nice to get me one, and add a bag of dog food as an extra. Brent and I thought it was some special treat, so he grabbed a handful and handed it to me and I ate it, and I loved every second.