"Arghh!" I groaned at the most annoying sound on the whole entire globe: my morning alarm. Yes, no, I'm not exaggerating the least bit, it's absolutely horrible having to wake up to heavy metal every morning. Well I was the normal kind where classic alarm ringtones would work, but there came a time when I would just sleep through that too.
The solution? Courtesy of my best friend Mia, I now have no chance of oversleeping or simply sleeping through my alarm whatsoever as a blast of heavy metal sure wakes you up with quite a shake. Fortunately for me, this morning I actually got to stay on my bed.
Rubbing my eyes, I tried to reach for the source of that treacherous music in hopes to turn it off and regain my morning peace. I glanced around my room, nothing has changed except the desk in the very far corner was now stacked with books. "Yay senior year!" I yawn sleepily.
I'm saying that as if it's a bad thing, it's not! One more year and I'm out of this place filled with horrible memories and people who just won't quit reminding me of them. Besides, the senior year here starts at January, the first semester they had been making us work at home by ourselves.
Getting myself out of my baby blue comforters I gaze out the window only to see a moving truck parked outside. Wow new neighbors, that hasn't happened in years! I live on the very end of our street on the verge of a roundabout so we don't have a house positioned directly beside us, more like diagonally. Personally, I like it that way, I don't need to worry about curtains and all of that.
I'm awakened from my reverie at the sight of a boy who appears to be my age. His face chiseled into perfection as he stands there so effortlessly in dark blue denim jeans and a classic white t-shirt looking like some sort of Greek God. He runs his fingers through his golden brown hair as he looks straight my way. I'm too dazzled to move or look away. I mean it's against human nature to look away from that!
When he lifted his hand, he revealed quite a bit of his stomach and it is probably lined with perfect 8 packs. Of course, I couldn't see all but from what I saw, Mama Mia!
"Diego!" I hear an older man call out. He seems to be dressed impeccably in a suit that screams money. The man appears to be in a rush as he's holding a phone to his ear, talking to who I think is the truck driver and pacing around looking all agitated.
At that moment the boy, aka my new neighbor, tears his glance away from me and turns to walk towards the man who I assume is his father. I look at him for a second longer before I make my way to the bathroom.
"Woah!" I shriek at the sight of my bed hair jutting out everywhere. It's never THIS bad! That's karma right there I think to myself. That's the universe's way of reminding me I have a loving boyfriend and I shouldn't be gawking at other guys.
My new neighbor probably thinks that I've been electrocuted or something, I mean just looking at this hair and my state right now I realise why some animals eat their young. I shiver at the thought as I grab the hairbrush hoping to get rid of this mess as soon as possible.
Thankfully, as always, the hairbrush does its magic and my hair settles down. I've got the perfect brown slightly wavy hair from my mother. God I miss her, we got along so well. She has taught me how to stay strong when I was weak, smile when I was afraid, and most importantly she was such a great listener. I could rely on her for anything and trust that everything would be alright when I was with her.
Needless to say, her death really upset me. Upset would be an understatement. I was broken, I felt my whole entire world crashing, I felt like I was sinking into an endless pit of darkness with no light or way out. The bullies as usual kept doing their thing and were ridiculing me about my weight at that time. As a 13 year old who just lost her mother that only made matters worse, I fell into depression. The way I had seen things was that there was no way out. Not alone at least. So I confronted my dad and for once he did what was right and what I wanted so he got me professional help.
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The Bad Boy's Journal
Teen Fiction"Have we met before?" Those were the words that seemed to echo through the very depths of our souls. Elena Smith is your typical high-school girl. No, she does not like the spotlight. In fact, she prefers to take the quieter route with much less dra...
