Change Me

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Chapter One

"Are you ready Kaya?" my mom called from downstairs. I groaned, picking up my pillow and placing it over my head as I tried to block out her voice. I knew I probably shouldn't ignore her, but what's the worst she could do?

I heard the soft padding of footsteps on the wooden floor of my room, but I ignored it as I started to drift off again. I felt a slight pressure on both ankles and then I found myself being swiftly dragged off of my warm, comfortable bed, taking my blankets with me.

I let out a loud shriek as I hit the floor.

I flailed around on the cold ground for a few seconds before breaking out of my prison of blankets.

"Mom, what the hell?" I exclaimed, exasperated and shocked. She stood with her arms crossed, looking rather pissed off, black high heels hanging from her right hand. Her blond hair was pulled into a tight, pristine bun, a slash of red lipstick on her lips.

"I told you to get up at least three times, young lady, and did you?" She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows at me, waiting for an answer. As she stood there waiting she began to slip on her black heels. She always looked so perfect, from her grey pencil skirt that ended just above her knees, to her nicely pressed white blouse.

"Well obviously not, mother," I sassed, which just darkened her mood. She glared at me from her spot in my doorway.

"If you don't hurry up, you're going to have to find some other way to get to school," my mom said stiffly, before turning and strutting out of my room, her black high heels clacking against the wooden floor as she went.

What a great way to start the day.

I pushed myself up with a frustrated groan, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I walked into the bathroom.

Yuck, I thought as I stared at myself in the mirror. Why couldn't my hair be dark, like my dad's, instead of blond like my mom's? It wasn't even a pretty blond, it was a weird, blond-auburn that wasn't exactly pleasant to look at. I pulled up my top lip in disgust as I looked over the rest of me. I totally needed a shower.

I stripped off and hopped in, turning the shower onto 'hot'. I didn't care that I only had a half hour or so to be ready.

After about twenty minutes I got out, once my mother had screamed at me multiple times to hurry up. I would have been in there much longer if my mom hadn't turned the hot water off.

I brushed my wet hair and pulled it into a bun, hoping that when I took it out it would fall into nice, soft waves. I let out a bitter laugh. Yeah right, like my hair would ever do what I wanted.

Or, you know, look nice for once.

I opened the set of draws next to my bed, searching for something to wear. I finally settled on a black pair of skinny jeans and an over-sized black shirt. You could say I liked black. I don't know though, it could be an over-statement.

After getting dressed and applying mascara, I made my way downstairs. I rarely wore makeup, but you couldn't see my eyelashes otherwise.

"Nice to see you've finally gotten ready," my mom remarked, standing in our doorway, handbag and keys in hand. "Now, why don't you wear those nice pair of ballet flats I got you?" I cringed, scrunching up my nose.

"No thank you," I answered, my tone not exactly respectful. I padded over to the door, picking up my black Doc Martins from the floor.

I turned and smiled at my mother. She frowned at me but didn't say anything.

I grabbed my messenger bag and followed her outside and into our car, the crisp morning air making me wish I had worn something warmer.

As I started to put my Docs on, my mom cleared her throat, starting the car, and I knew what was coming.

"Kaya, I know this will be hard on you, starting in the middle of the year, but try and make some friends," my mother started, her voice sweet and fake. "And by friends, I don't mean the first group of delinquents you set eyes on. I don't want any trouble at this school." There it was. I rolled my eyes as she continued, before I blocked her out and thought of more worth while things.

My mind travelled to Will, who had looked kinda geeky the first and only time we'd met, and I wondered how he had changed, three years later, at the age of seventeen.

I muttered a quick goodbye as Mom dropped me off just down the road from school and I took my sweet time getting there. I smirked as I realized I was officially late for the first period of my first day.

I scanned over the area, the school, conveniently, shrouded by tall trees. It made it easy to disappear.

I made my way up the many, many stone steps they had leading up to the front doors, grumbling the entire way. What kind of lunatics have stairs leading up to their school anyway?

I was slightly puffed as I pushed one of the large doors open and stepped into the deserted corridor.

Looked like this was my new hell.

I wandered for a bit, searching for the office, in no hurry.

I was in some strange part of the school, with no windows, the fluorescent lights overhead the only source of illumination, when I heard footsteps behind me.

I kept walking, but stopped when I came to a dead end. I stood there and stared at the blank white wall, before I sighed and turned back around. I froze in my spot, a dark hooded figure standing in front of me, my heart-rate shooting up uncomfortably.

"Holy shit dude, you scared the crap out of me," I said, taking a deep breath. The hooded figure said nothing, and just stood there facing me.

Okay, so this guy was creepy.

"Yeah so uh, I'm just going to go now," I excused myself awkwardly, and tried to walk around the person.

When I was almost past, they reached out and grabbed me, slamming my back against the cold metal locker.

I let out a pained gasp that was shortly cut off as they brought their hand up and gripped my throat tightly, their other arm keeping me in place.

I struggled to breathe as they pushed harder, and black dots started to appear in my vision as I gasped for oxygen.

I gripped their strong hand, trying to pry it off of my throat, my nails dragging down their skin, leaving long, red marks. The only sound I could hear was my choking, and their grunts.

A pair of green eyes were the only thing I saw of my attacker, before they let me sink to the ground, struggling for air.

I coughed and sputtered, trying to control my erratically beating heart.

I was curled in a ball, my vision blurring. It seemed that the world was going in slow motion, as I watched my attacker walk away, their dark trainers and jeans the last thing I saw before I passed out.

A/N
Hey everyone! It's been like, a year since I updated this, oops. Anyway, vote for the celebration of the first chapter! Yay! Party time :) anyway, hope you enjoyed.

-ieatscupcakes