What's in is Despair||g.w.

Prologue

Tristesse
I woke up to the sound of my alarm beeping annoyingly. With a groan, I rolled over and fumbled around, trying to find the switch to turn it off. Eventually, found the right one and clicked it to the off position. I then sat up and stretched. I looked over to the window and saw it was still dark out. Why did school have to start so early?

I grabbed my glasses and tugged on some old slipper boots and shuffled out of my room, nearly running into the door frame in the process.

I managed to make my way down the stairs without falling and walked into the kitchen. My mom was already sitting at her desk in the computer, eating toast and drinking her daily dose of coffee.

"Morning, Tris," she said cheerily.

"Morning," I mumbled in response.

I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed some cereal and then to the fridge to grab some milk. I set those on the counter and went to get a bowl and spoon. I inwardly groaned when I saw there weren't any in the cabinet or drawer. I went to the dishwasher and opened it, moving my head away so that the steam wouldn't fog up my glasses. I grabbed a warm bowl and spoon and sat at the counter.

I proceeded to pour and eat my cereal and milk. When I was done, I put my dishes by the sink and put the food away and shuffled my way back upstairs.

I turned on the lights in my room, squinting at the brightness. I grabbed some black skinny jeans and a Smashing Pumpkins tee-shirt and put them on. I then went to my bathroom and pulled my contacts case out of the drawer. I took off my glasses and put them in, wiping the stray tears from touching my eyes off my face.

I then brushed my auburn hair that had now grown to be just past my shoulders. I brushed my teeth and put my makeup on, and then I stood in front of the mirror, studying my look. My hair was naturally slightly wavy, and my eyes were a cold gray color. I frowned at the bit of acne that could be seen under my makeup. My ripped jeans showed the pale skin of my legs, and my tee-shirt hung loosely on my body. I wasn't exceptionally skinny, but I wasn't fat either.

Deciding I was okay with how I looked, I left the bathroom and went back to my room. I pulled on some Converse and a hoodie and slung my backpack over my shoulders. I went back downstairs and grabbed a couple of granola bars to have as snacks during school. I said goodbye to mom, giving her a quick hug, and walked out the front door. I made sure I locked it behind me before walking down my short driveway to wait in the chilly autumn air for it to arrive.

After a few minutes, I saw the large yellow vehicle round the corner. I sighed as it pulled up to the end of my driveway. I didn't want to get on. It wasn't that I didn't like school. I enjoyed my classes and learning. I just didn't want to see my boyfriend, Nick. He had been acting... different lately. He wasn't exactly pleasant to be around right now.

I got on the bus, mumbling a greeting back to the driver. I walked to the back of the bus and sat in mine and Nick's usual seat. I set my backpack next to me, despite the fact that I'd have to move it in a few minutes when Nick got on.

I took my phone out of my back pocket and my headphones out of my backpack. I plugged mine in and turned my music on shuffle. I had barely finished listening to the first song when we got to Nick's stop . I pulled my backpack off the seat next to me and put in on the floor by my feet. He got on the bus, and I paused my music and pulled my headphones out so that I could talk to him once he got back to our spot. Once he did, he sat down heavily, shrugging his backpack off and dumping it on the floor.