School is where it all started.

No sleep.

I lay there in the dark, hot and sweaty. I got into bed 3 hours ago, I turned my head to look at my alarm clock; 00.38am. I'm going to be so tired today, what if I don't get enough sleep, I have a test today, a maths test. I sighed. What if I fail on the test. Will I get moved down a set? Will Mrs Bradly shout at me? I hate when people shout. What if I can't take the shouting? What if I break down in tears? I slowly closed my eyes and took a deep breath in.

"Where is my hairbrush? Does anyone know where my hairbrush is?" Shouted mum i could hear her from downstairs. I opened my eyes and glanced over to the clock it was six thirty in the morning. "Great. 5 hours and 8 minutes of sleep, exactly." I said out loud I was so tired I could fall asleep and wake up tomorrow. I pulled the cold bedsheets over my head slowly, "don't even think about it." I put them back down. "You have to be ready by half seven and you take more than an hour to get dress lil bear." Dad said in his husky voice. Lil bear was his nick name for me, and he was big bear. It had been like that since I could talk. He smiled and pulled mums hairbrush (the one she was looking for) out from behind his back. He laughed and held his finger to his lips "shhhhhh" he whispered. We both giggled and he went marching of down the stairs making a big noise each time his shoes hit the wooden steps. "Ten more minutes won't hurt" I said as I tugged the sheets over my head and closed my eyes once again.

I open my eyes, I couldn't hear mum or dad anymore. Nervously, I turned my head to see the clock; 8:30am. I jumped out of bed as fast as I could running to the bathroom shouting "mum? Dad? Polly?" (Polly is mjy sister, she's a redhead and she's one year younger than me.) I skipped brushing my teeth and went straight to the shower. I didn't wash my hair but I did all the usual. I threw my un-ironed uniform on and grabbed my bag. I trudged to school. "I'm going to be so late" I said under my breath. It takes twenty minutes to get to school and that's if you run. I never walk to school, mum always drives me.

I finally go to school, it was 9.05am and first lesson had already stared. I sighed in at the front desks and climbed up the stairs to my classroom. "Sorry I'm late" I said walking into the classroom. I walked over to my desk where my best friend Mona sat next to me. "Don't worry we have only just started." Said Miss Jenkins, she was my favourite teacher for English. Everyone liked her. "Wow you look tired, you need to sort out those bags under your eyes." Mona whispered, I giggled and rummaged through my blazer pockets to find my mirror. I pulled it out and glanced at my self, but the dark circles and lines of skin were not what caught my attention  in the corner of the mirror I saw a man. He was wearing a suit he looked very smart. He was middle aged and had brown hair that lay flat on his head. He peered through his glasses when he realised I was looking at him. I put the mirror back in my pocket and got out my books.

Hey guys, it's my first story type thang so sorry if it's not great! So what will happen? Well read on to find out! Also if anyone wants to create a cover for the story your welcome to! Just base it around what you have read so far! Please leave a comment and say what you think is going to happen!

- Vic_Writes xxx