The One...

Chapter 1

I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm going off. I reach over and hit the snooze button to shut it up. I stare up at the ceiling felling the urge to just lay there and never get up. Getting out of bed was one of the worst parts of my day. I don't want to go somewhere where I am hated and not wanted. I absolutely despised my school. It was horrible there. All the kids were either jerky jocks that took out all their anger on me, or just preppy girls that didn't wear enough clothing. Not that they were my type anyways, considering I'm gay. Thats one of the biggest reasons I'm bullied and put down. No wonder I'm so depressed. But also because of my dad.

He left me and my mom when I was only 12. I decided to explain to my parents how I felt about boys and that I'm not like everyone else. My dad just couldn't handle it or accept it. He was also an alcoholic and a couple years before that he started treating my mom horribly. So in a way it was somewhat good that he was gone. My mom still seemed upset about it to this day, but I know deep down she feels a sense of relief from his abuse.

I finally find the urge to get myself out of bed, pulling my dead weight up and walking to get in the shower. The hot water runs over my slim, not so attractive body. Or at least that's how I see myself. I have never really like how i looked. Nerdy, with deep blue eyes and brown hair that just came past my ears a little and covered half of my forehead. My mom has always told me that I look handsome and should be proud of who I am and how I look. The people that hurt me don't help with how I feel though.

I suddenly realize how long I have been in the shower and get out so I can quickly get dressed for school. I pull on my blue jeans and just a normal black t-shirt. I don't pay much attention to how I dress for school. I slip on my pure black tennis shoes and head down stairs smelling my moms delicious breakfast. She loves to cook, especially for me considering she doesn't get to do it as much since she workers longer hours in the hospital every day. She tries to cook me breakfast whenever she can, even though I tell her she doesn't need to. I walk in and sit down to enjoy the omelet she has made for me.

"Good morning honey. How did you sleep last night?" My mother asked while I scoff down my food, remembering how good sleeping felt like.  " It was good I guess. I don't want to go to school." I tell her. She sits down next to me with her coffee in her hand and takes a sip. She stares at me for a minute,"I know hun, but it's your last year. You should enjoy it while you can." My mom doesn't really know what all goes on at my school. Since she works so much I don't really get to spend time with her like I used to. " Your going to be 17 in a few weeks and I want you to enjoy your time before you start planning your future as an adult," she explains to me while taking a break in between her sentences to sip on her coffee. "I know you do mom, but you know I don't really like my school. I will try to enjoy it as much as I can since I graduate this year."

I have mentioned to my mom multiple times that I hate it at my school, but since I will be graduating soon she doesn't see why I need to transfer out of it at this point. Also because my two best friends, Madeline and Lucas, go there. I have been friends with them since I was in first grade. They have been here for me through everything. And they understand how depressed I am.

"Well I gotta head to work. You better hurry up and finish eating so you can get to school on time. I bet Madeline and Lucas will be here any minute." She gives me a quick kiss on the check and says I love you before leaving to head to work. Her brown hair braided back, out of her way for the long day she is about to endure.

As to my surprise my friends get here right on time to pick me up. This is going to be a long first day.