The Heart and The Soul

Why Me

*NOTICE
Hi everyone! I'm C, and I'll be your author for today. I will try to do updates every evening or so, however I may sometimes be a little late
ENJOY THE STORY!
C.
P. S. This will all be in first person, will let u know who is who

TASHA'S POV
         "Tash, Your gonna miss the bus!"
I groan as I wake up from bed, the sunlight filtered through my stain glass windows. I take a minute to wake up. I put in my contacts next to my bed and think. Wait. Everything comes back. THE BUS!!!! I sprint to the shower and hastily wash my hair, not taking any time to do anything fancy to it. No time. I dry off and open up my closet. Nothing. "MOOOOM, where are my clothes?!" I yell at the top of my lungs. My mom pokes her head through the trapdoor leading To my room. "Oh, Tash", she says with a frown, "they're all in the wash. Some are in the dryer though, do you want me to-" "YES, PLEASE, THANK YOU"!!! I yell as I start to do my nails and brush my teeth. Mom proceeds to bring me some of my clothes. It's not what I usually wear, not my usual violet T-shirt and jeans, but it works. I pull on the striped button down shirt. I pull on my old ratty jeans and white tennis shoes and finish my hair so I at least look presentable. I walk downstairs and take the plastic container mom has already made for me. A croissant, fruit, and in the little refrigerator pouch of it, some Mochi. (Hey, I like my dessert for breakfast). I grab my suitcase and give my parents one last hug before running out the door to catch the bus. I make it on just in time. "Miss, please find a seat", the driver asks me before he suddenly lurches the bus off, causing me to trip on my suitcase and scatter clothes and items all over the bus walkway. I look up, my face red with embarrassment. It's rightly there. Everyone on the bus starts to laugh at me, some even grabbing my things and tossing them even farther back. "Well, well, if it isn't our faaaavorite student Tasha." Wait, that voice, oh nooooo. Chloe, the meanest girl in the world looks at me with hatred, how's our little fag doing, she says while swishing her long blonde hair back and forth and innocently batting her last my fake eyelashes. "I told you Chloe, I'm not gay. I'm far from it", I say grinding my teeth. "Oh reeaaally," she says in a high pitched tone. "Then what's that Asexy-what's it mean again?"  I think to myself. Chloe had been my friend in high school before I told her I was asexual and that I didn't really like anybody. Her close mind decided it was a good idea to spread it around the school. I sigh and start to pick up my things. Then a tall, black haired girl helps me with picking up my things. "Thank you soooo much", I say. "That would have taken forever." The girl stares at me and nervously mutters a few assurances that it was no problem. She then quickly walks back to her seat. I shrug a bit and finally sit down in an empty row, waiting for the bus to arrive at our destination, Feiroshadow University.

Hi everyone, friendly author here, I as promised will be working on this more and more for the next week depending how much support I get so pls don't be nervous and leave a comment down below for any tips or advice, thanks!
C.