My November Rain

Ok so this is my first story ever, so please do not judge too harshly. Tell me what you think and feel totally free to give your ideas!! It starts out a little boring but i promise as the ideas come to me the story will pick up!!

  Chapter 1

"Ugh I know, I know", I scoffed at the extremely annoying alarm clock that seemed to be much louder than it normally had been all summer... Maybe that was because it was 6:30a.m. and it was the first day of school instead of it being 10 a.m. on a normal work day. I swiftly turned off the alarm clock and pulled the covers from my warm body, sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stood to my feet. "Okay time to get ready and get this day over with", I thought to myself. I headed to the bathroom to take my shower and get ready.

Normally I would be extremely excited about the first day of school, but seeing as this was the first day of my senior year and all of my other friends were older and started college already I was not looking forward to being alone on the first day. Well technically I would not be "alone", I still knew some of the under class men, but still they were not the friends that I had grown up with and shared EVERYTHING with! What in the world was I going to do without Alicia, Secily, and Lane?

After the incredibly long shower I wrapped in a towel, threw my wet, wavy, golden blonde hair into a messy bun, and headed back to my room to fix my makeup and get dressed. I quickly smoothed out foundation on my almost perfect skin, blended in some blush to my already naturally flushed cheeks, applied a very light layer of bronzed and golden eye shadow that brought out my beautiful grey eyes, that seemed to have a few flecks of blue in them, and finally I applied a thin layer of mascara to each eye. I quickly dressed into a pair of dark washed skinny jeans that hugged my curves nicely. But i did not mind that they were a little tight. I loved my curves, and mostly because I was always complemented on my butt and hips... sorry i like a little ego boost in a while. I found my favorite electric blue tank top and slid that on, and grabbed a red and blue stripped plaid shirt, and slipped on a simple pair of black flip flops, and headed down stairs.

My mother was usually in the kitchen cooking breakfast when I came down stairs in the morning, but this morning was different. My mother worked really odd hours as an OBGYN, and all summer she had been home in the mornings, but last night a patient called and said they had gone into labor. I walked over to the fridge where I saw a note from her mother.

" Good morning sweetheart! I am sorry that i am not there to make breakfast for you this morning. A patient has gone into labor and i should see you this afternoon when you get home. Have a wonderful first day as a SENIOR, and do not forget to pick up a few things for yourself at the market since i will be gone all weekend. I will see you this afternoon. I love you baby girl.... Oh and there is some money on the counter for you."

I smiled and walked over to the counter, grabbed the $100.00 that was on the counter, and poured some coffee into my favorite stainless Steele tumbler and headed out the back door to my 2009 Honda Civic. I sat in the car and was surprised at what was in the backseat!Quickly I turned around to see that Garret Robertson's letterman's jacket was in there. I stretched out my arm and retrieved the jacket, and wondered how drunk he must have been to actually leave his jacket in her car.

Garret was my ex boyfriend. Of course he was absolutely stunning with his muscular 6'2" inch frame, he had dark brown hair that was cropped to his head and his eyes were the most wonderful shade of light green. Despite the fact that Garret and I were exes we still got along very well. The two of us dated for a year or so and decided that a relationship would not be the best idea since Garret would be leaving for The University of California and that I would still be in high school. I was hurt when Garret mentioned that he would be going to California, but honestly I felt a little smothered by him at times and was honestly happy to be getting the space that I had been wanting. Of course I loved Garret and always would but there was something missing in the relationship and that was the chemistry.

The kisses that I shared with Garret just were not the same and yes we had fun but for a couple of months before we had broken up I saw Garret as just a friend, and I could not bear to tell him that because I knew it would absolutely crush him. When Garret told me about California he was surprisingly okay with not wanting to be in a relationship anymore, so this lead me to think that maybe Garret was feeling the same way I was, and he just didn't want to hurt my. This eased my guilt and I was perfectly fine with our mutual decision to be apart.