Trapped In Her Mind

Chapter 1

I was shaken out of my precious slumber by a rude beeping. I rolled over to crane my neck at the dim light of my alarm.

6:15 sharp.

I tried to roll out of bed and swing my feet over to the floor, but my feet stayed tangled under the covers. I ended up on the floor face first, cursing inwardly to myself.

I pulled myself up and stumbled into the bathroom and put on some black leggings and a plain white tee. The shirt was a little tight around my chest area, making it come up a little on my stomach, but I didn't mind. My summer flab had melted away from the long, hot days at the sweaty gym swarmed with chubby guys and tired moms. Not what I expected, since our school was filled with jocks, but at least I could work out in peace.

Once I was dressed, I waddled down stairs to an empty kitchen. My parents had both left for their early morning jobs, leaving me here by myself most mornings.

I greeted my dog Winnie, a golden retriever who I named after Winnie the Pooh when I was 2. I bent down so our faces were level. Winnie barked at me as she stood up, begging for head scratchies. "Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl? You are Winnie! Yes you are!" I cooed. She licked my cheek and I shuddered, not knowing where her mouth has been. I stood up and went to go get her leash, but I stopped when I passed a note on my laptop.

My mom had scrawled something in her messy cursive and taped it on the screen.

'Don't worry about Winnie we already took her out to pee. Have a great day at school honey! We love you. XO Mommy and Daddy.' It read.

I sighed. When I was little, they were always here for me. Not saying they don't provide for me now, but they were a lot more present when I was in grade school. At least now they can't tell me when to get up.

I plopped myself down on the couch in front of the television. I turned on a recorded episode of Gotham, while I ate my Cheerios and played on my phone. It was almost 7:30, which meant I would have to start getting ready for school in a few minutes.

My head snapped up when a heard a chop. I looked around me, wondering if there was a killer in the house. As I went to turn the tv off, I saw that one of the girl characters had gotten her hand chopped off for her boyfriend.

I mean it was sweet, losing a limb for your boo, but still ewwww. I watched as it fell on the ground with its fingers still twitching. I shivered and turned the tv off. I packed up my stuff and walked to the door, keys in hand. Mom and Dad both had their cars, so I could either drive my dad's motorcycle or take the hot and smelly bus.

Not trying to get killed, I walked to the bus stop and waited for it to roll up. I smiled at the bus driver and made my way to an open seat towards the middle. I took out my phone and plugged in my headphones.

As the bus lurched forward, I tried to imagine what life would be like if I was popular and happy like the kids in the back. They were constantly texting someone, going to parties every weekend, hanging out with friends daily...

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my peaceful life as a wallflower, but I felt like I wasn't getting the whole high school experience. Sure, I got bullied, who doesn't, but that's definitely not the good part of high school.

Even though my earphones were blasting Maroon 5, I could still hear the boys in the back of the bus yelling incoherently along to some rap song. I'm not sure how this particular song made it into the Top 100, since it was just the rapper making a bunch of sounds and mumbling something in the microphone. I pulled out the earphone to listen for a second. The only word I made out was Atlanta before the boys started yelling and punching each other when the verse ended. I rolled my eyes and put my earphone back in.

I will never understand teenage boys.

I didn't have to though. I had my parents and myself to keep me happy.

The bus pulled up to the school and lurched to a stop. I grabbed my bag and got up from the bus. I walked through the courtyard area to an entrance into the school.

Our high school was like a big box, well, prison, but it all surrounded a large courtyard in the middle. In the courtyard was a large WCH for West Coleman High. The founders of the school were a man and his wife, who decided that building and running a large prison for teenagers like myself was the best thing to do with their lives.

I smiled at a few people who waved at me, but I stuck to the walls. Hence my label: a wallflower. Once I made it to home room, I picked a desk in the middle and resumed my song. I put my head down on the desk and sighed.

My little routine for the school year had gotten me almost through high school without a problem, but I longed for drama and activity in my life. Especially since this was my last year here at WCH before graduating.

I needed something to change my perspective.

Someone to change how I thought.

Someone like Wyatt Foster.

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Hey! So this is the first chapter of my story, which I hope I can finish... heh.

There are so many ideas in my head and it feels like I can't stick to one😩.

But, I'm going to try harder on this one.

For those of you who read the fetus first draft of the story, I'm sorry for killing off your brain cells. I was like 13 when I wrote that, no offense to you young'uns out there, but my writing skills sucked BOOTY.

So what this is is a first edit, which I will be re-editing regularly, but hang tight. One day I'm going to finish this and it's going to have a bunch of reads and votes and I'm going to be crying, but a girl can dream right?

Also, don't be surprised if the name of the story changes often.

I'm indecisive like that :)

Hang tight though. I promise I'm going to work hard on this. 

Loves!

Gabby<3

*Daily Quote:
Don't ever let someone steal your sunshine and give you a rainy day in return.