SARA
"Nothing really matters anyone can see nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows..."
I slowly opened my eyes as my favorite song finished. I breathed a sigh as I rolled out of my bed and got up for another tedious day at school. Piles of clean and dirty laundry littered the floor and I quickly picked out a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a shoulderless blouse. My sister ran out of her room as I passed, determined to beat me to the bathroom. She knows that I need at least a half an hour to do my hair and makeup, and she always takes extra time just to spite me. My leg shoots out in front of her at the last second, causing her to trip. I just manage to slip inside and lock the door. Victory.
"Sara I swear I will get my revenge!" My sister Camille shrieked through the door. I allowed myself a small smirk as I started applying my makeup.
After fixing myself up, I let my sister use the bathroom. Another reason I don't like to share is that Cammi somehow manages to clutter all of my stuff, and I just don't have time in the mornings to deal with her nonsense. My feet clomp down the stairs, and I grab an apple from our fruit bowl. With my bag slung over my shoulders, I start to make my way out the door to the car, which I drive every chance I can now that I finally have my licence. Just as I step out the door I hear the angelic voice of my mother calling my name. (That was sarcasm in case you didn't detect it.)
"SARA JASMINE EILEEN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW?" My mother's voice thundered down the stairs. My shoulders slumped in defeat as I came back into the house. My mother had never loved me the way she loves my older brother Brent, or even Cammile. Somehow she always finds fault in everything I do.
She is standing on the landing of the stairs, hands on her hips, with strands already starting to escape from her bun, even though she just put it up. My mother reminds me of the mean principal from Matilda, always sour and mean. But just to me...
"Now listen here Sara, what do you have to say about this? Camille told me how you tripped her this morning, and I do NOT appreciate such utter barbarism in my household." Camille comes out from behind our mother with a nasty purple bruise from where I am assuming she "hit her forehead" when I tripped her. Luckily, I am a younger sibling myself, and I know all of the tricks. Bruises don't purple until one to two days after the spot was hit. I smirk, look Camille straight in the eye and say as much. Then I pull a makeup wipe out of my purse (in case of an emergency) and start wiping the bruise away. Camille looks guilty as all get out, obviously she wanted me to get in trouble for tripping her; but my mom looks torn, as if she is sorry for once because she accused me of something I did not do.
I glared at my mother and say, "Sorry, but I must be off. School and such. So I can get a degree and get the hell out of here like you want." I turn away and walk out of the house. My mother didn't even argue. Shows how much she cares.
Now you may have noticed that I never call her mom. Well I never have actually. She always treated me like a burden, a child that she never wanted. My dad was different. He always supported me, and helped me be my own person. He took my on fishing trips, to ball games, and even a trip with just the two of us to Disney on my latest birthday. But Dad is never around anymore. Not that I blame him, I would have given up on my mother long before he did. About four months ago, Dad called me into his office to talk to me, and he told me he needed to take some time off from my mother. He promised that he would call me everyday, and he has kept that promise. I love my dad so much, I think that he is the universe trying to compensate for my horrible mother. As I get into the car, I see that I have another text from my friend Sadie, asking if me and Caspian had gotten back together. I ignored it.
CASPIAN
I opened my eyes to see that I was going to be late for school if I didn't get my rear in gear. I scrambled out of bed and grabbed a black shirt, black jeans, and my stylish leather jacket. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I did not see the confident, hot guy I usually was. My eyes were tired, sad even. My hair, although cutely messy the way girls like, was droopy. I looked goddamn depressed. And I can't say for sure that I wasn't. Ever since my girlfriend Sara had broken up with me, I found it harder and harder to keep up my badass facade. I kept paying her friend Sadie to try to convince her to get back with me, but it didn't seem to be working. It was my fault, though, so I should probably apologize in person. I was just worried that I would pour my heart out to her and still be rejected, and lose the respect of my friends as well. They are against sappiness and most emotions in general. They try to stay aloof, but they really are good guys underneath it all.
I smiled at myself in the mirror, in a vain attempt to look better. It was more of a grimace, however. Frowning, I grabbed my hair gel and teased my hair into a more presentable style. "Oh shit!" I yelled, after realizing that I had to be in school in ten minutes. I ran out of the house, climbed in my car, and sped off to school.
SADIE
I sighed as Sara was obv. ignoring my texts about Gabe for the millionth time. He is paying me good money to try, and he promises more if they actually got back together. I do not really like Cas, but I want the new Gucci boots that were on sale, and I need the money. But the better part of me, however small, wants to tell Cas to man up and just apologize in person. Like I said though, that part of me is small, and easily buried underneath my worse self. I set off for school, texting Sara again to meet up with me at my locker. As I pull out of the driveway, my phone rings and I see that Sara is calling me. Reaching to answer it, I see a bright light out of the corner of my eye. That is the last thing I remember.
UNKNOWN
I smile as I watch Sadie get hit by a car. She would never know what hit her if I had anything to do with it. I turn away and start walking towards the school, feeling smug as I hear the sounds of an ambulance approaching the scene. One down, two to go.
