Chapter One*

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"Three, Two, One!" Everyone chanted around me.

A loud alarm rang, echoing throughout the school, signaling that my senior year had just ended. It felt like I had been waiting for this day my whole life. My class erupted in cheers, and I turned around and grabbed my friend Jeremy and kissed him right smack on his lips.

I pulled away and we looked at each other before bursting out laughing. I turned around and hugged my best friend Madison.

"Finally, we're done with high school!" Madison yelled.

"I know, its about time!"

"So you want to come over to my place? Oh yeah, then theres a party at Derek's house tonight."

"Yeah definitely, let's go."

We ran out to her car and drove to her place, eager to leave this prison they call Sunset Hills High School. Once we got to her house, I grabbed a bag of Doritos and headed up to her room. Plopping down on her bed, I popped a chip in my mouth.

"So what was with that kiss you gave Jeremy, hmm?" she asked as she sat down, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

I scoffed, "Madi, you know I don't like Jeremy!" I smacked her arm, "he's just a friend, it was a spur of the moment type of thing."

"Alright, uhuh."


"Fine, fine, whatever. But I could see you two together."

I smacked her arm again.

"Okay! I'll stop, but would ya quit hitting me!"

"Only if you shut your trap."

The next couple hours passed by like that, like it always had with Madi. We are really close, so we could do nothing and still have fun. That's one of the reasons she is my best friend.

I glanced at her digital clock on the table by her bed, and noticed it was already six o' clock.

"Hey, Madi, what time is the party?"

"Uhh, I'm not sure," she muttered, filing her fingernails, "I figure we can just go at like nine, then do you want to sleep at my house?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'm going to walk to my house to get a change of clothes for the party and tomorrow."

"Alright, see you soon."

I walked out her front door, and began the short walk to my house. Luckily we lived really close to each other.

About five minutes later, I arrived at my house. Quietly, I opened the front door, cautious not to make any noise incase my dad was passed out on the couch; again.

Once opening he door, I peered inside. My eyes went straight to the couch, confirming my suspicions. There he was, passed out drunk—just like every day.

It's been like this ever since my mom died when I was eleven. My dad became an alcoholic, and left me alone to take care of myself. 

But the good news? I turned eighteen four days ago, and with high school now over I can get the hell out of this place.

I tiptoed into my room, careful not to wake him up.

After what seemed like hours, I finally got to my room. Quietly, I slid open my closet door, and pulled on a tight black dress with metallic detailing. It was short and revealing, but I didn't really care.

I packed some sweats, a few outfits, and my toiletries. I planned on staying at Madi's house for a few days; then we would move into an apartment together. I'd saved up all the money I made working for the past two years, and I had quite the bundle. Oh, and yes, Madi does know about my dad. Thats why I've practically lived at her house the past couple of years.