The breaking point

Chapter 1

Naomi P.O.V.

"Beep beep bee-" Slamming my hand against my alarm clock, I finally hit the snooze button. Waking up at 6:30 every morning is starting to get harder and harder every day. Groaning loudly, I throw my blankets off me and slowly sit up with a sigh. " It's a new day... New beginning... Let's make it through today and just maybe everything will go back to how it was when I was younger." Ever so slowly walking to my closet, I stand there thinking of what I should wear today. Finally deciding on wearing a plain pink shirt and a pair of leggings with my black converse, I walk out of the closet and into my bathroom. While brushing my teeth I remember that today is Friday! Rinsing out my mouth and drying my face avoiding the mirror, I jog down the stairs while tying my long brown hair into a ponytail and turn into the kitchen where my mom is with her plate of food.

"Your food is in the pan" My mom mutters under her breath.

Walking over to the stove, I see that it is all little burnt pieces of crumbs. Deciding that I just won't eat, I wash all the dishes. Now you're probably wondering why my mom and I didn't talk much and why she was giving me, for lack of a better word, the cold shoulder. It's simple really. We just don't have a good relationship anymore. I remember when my mom and I used to be close... but now we barely talk and I'd like to keep it that way. She is too busy cheating on my so-called "father," which then leaves me home alone with him. On my way out the door I grab my backpack, car keys and phone and yell, "Have a nice day Mom..." Like always I get no response. Not even a head nod acknowledging me. Unlocking my door, I get into the car and put on my seat belt before I start the engine. Backing out of the driveway I head out to school.

Pulling into the student parking lot, I park in the far corner. Turning off the car, I open my door and get out slamming the door shut harder than I needed to. I start the long dreaded walk to the metal doors leading to the crowded main hallway of school. As I head to my locker I see my two best friends Emma and Anna. Emma was wearing a pair of black ripped skinny jeans with a black veil brides band t-shirt. She has shoulder length brunette hair. Anna on the other hand has short curly brown hair with red ends. She had on skin tight skinny jeans with a t-shirt and a hoodie on. To be honest her jeans look like they were spray painted on because they were so tight but I can't say squat because I wear my jeans tight too. Emma and Anna have been my best friend since middle school. We are now in junior year of high school.

"Hey!" I swung my arm over their shoulder walking in between the two of them interrupting their conversation, chuckling a little when they jumped.

"Hai!" They both replied simultaneously with big smiles on their face.

"It's 7:28. We are going to be late for class. Lets go." And with that we ran down the hall just barely making it to class on time.

Fifteen minutes into class I am already starting to fall asleep with my head rested on my hand and my eyes slowly drifting shut. Yawning as I raise my hand I bounce my leg like crazy waiting for the teacher to call on me so I can go to the bathroom. Right as she said yes I sprinted through the hallway to the bathroom. I needed a break from her monotone voice. It was driving me crazy. Like seriously you don't have to act dead all the time and use some emotion. It won't kill you!!. Walking into the bathroom, I stop immediately as I see Michele and her posse, or as I like to call them, Barbie's. They clumped together in a group and started to whisper to each other. Then two girls were able to sneak behind me in my moment of shock and blocked the door while the others stood behind Michelle with a smirk written on their faces. Michelle was directly in front of me with an evil look in her eyes. The girls started to spit hurtful words directed towards me once Michelle gave them the go ahead.

"Hey Naomi you wanna know why your parents are getting a divorce? It's because of you!!"said one of the bully's while she was laughing.

"You're fat and ugly- even bigfoot is prettier than you!!" the group started to step closer to me.

The last person to finally throw the last insult at me said that I was a slut and a bitch. But how am I a slut if I have never even had a relationship with anyone.

"You would be better off dead so why don't you kill yourself!" Michele spits out with so much venom getting right in my face. The last thing I was expecting to happen was Michele pushing me up against the wall and punching me in my stomach relentlessly, but she did. I slid down the wall. Scrunched up in pain, my tears running down my face and down my neck leaving the neck of my shirt a little wet. It feels as if my lungs are going to collapse on me, taking long and loud gasps for air in between sobs. They all left laughing and then it got dead silent. The only sounds that I could hear were the sound of my sobs and the dropping sound of my tears hitting against the floor. Sobbing even harder not able to move from the pain,it's times like this where I wish that Jake was here with me.

He is my only guy best friend and my first crush since 7th grade. He doesn't need to know that though. I don't think I'll ever tell him. He is 6 feet tall and has a tan that complements his bright blue eyes. His hair had a cute bed head look to it. He is nice and caring and is always there for me when I need him.

My thinking gets stopped suddenly as I start hearing footsteps running towards the bathroom. The door swung open allowing me to see a tall guy walk in with a worried look on his face. My eyes blurry and fuzzy from crying make it hard to focus. Wait, I know him. Who is he? What is his name? I know this. Think Naomi. It's... it's... um... Jake!