Falling Apart

falling apart Ch.1

**BEEEP**

I wake up with such a fright. Why did that happen? Was it just a dream or was it real? I reach over and turn of my alarm. 7:00am the clock reads, I get up and head for the shower, I wash my hair and try and scrub the dreams off my body, I lean over and grab my big fluffy black towel. I wrap it around my body n walk out of my bath room, back into my room towards my walk-in wardrobe. I choose a blue mini-skirt, with black tights, and high heeled converses, the top is silver with black and white pearls with silver chains.

I get dressed and walk over to my stereo. I call my best friend Chloe and tell her I had a weird dream, even though I’m not even sure if it’s a dream, but I’m not sure what it could be.  I didn’t tell her any of the details, she asked but I tell her I couldn’t actually remember what the dream was about, just that I knew it was weird.

I walked back into my bathroom and started on my make up, I don’t wear a lot just a tiny bit of foundation and then I did the smoky-eyes, which made my electric blue eyes pop. I added just the tiny bit of lip gloss to make my lips stand out. I blow-dry my hair and straighten it. I put in the two hair clips with black bows, which stands out in my blonde hair with bright purple, blue, green, pink and black highlights all around my head. My parents don't care since they are busy working all the time which leaves me at home to throw the most wild parties.

I walk back into my bedroom and glance at the time 8:30am the clock now reads, I take one last look in my floor length mirror, my hair is straight with volume in it. The skirt and shoes make my long legs look desirable; all my outfits show off my curves. Me and Chloe are the “it” girls of the school. We don’t really care about popularity, or whose dating who, it’s more about the fact that everyone wants to have our looks. All the girls are jealous of us and all the guys want to be with us. We are both unbelievably smart, have good looks, and have down-to-earth personalities.

I walk out of my bedroom grabbing my studded hand bag, it doesn’t fit my books but I prefer to carry them, I realised I didn’t have my phone so I turned around and went over to my computer and unplugged my iphone. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen; I open the fridge and grab a bottle of water.

I walk out the side door out to the garage and rummage around in my handbag for the keys to my black Aston Martin with a bright blue spider web covering the hood of the car, on the boot there’s a red outline of a red-back spider climbing up the boot towards the web. I plug my phone into the stereo once I open the door and climb in.

I start my car and wind down the windows, the song “To write love on her arms by Hawthorne Heights” playing, I drive out of my drive way, and towards school.

The Schools name is Dreamers High, yes I know weird name, and what was the founding fathers thinking. Well the guy who named the school would always sneak into this building when it was abandoned and used to dream about how he could fix it up, so one day he did exactly that, he fixed it up.

The song finishes and I get out of the car and walk to my locker, I was already late, but my teacher is never their until about 9:10am so I have about 5 minutes to get into the class room before she did. I grabbed my books and started walking. I had class with Chloe, we have been best friends since we were born and our mothers met in the hospital beds, we share the same birthday so we always have a party together.

I walk into the class room and everyone turns to look at me in ewe. I’ve been going to school with them for the last 6years you would think they would get used to me walking into a class room. I ignore the looks and walk to mine and Chloe’s desk. The teacher was still not there.

“Hey Clar” Chloe says.

Yes we do actually have the same letter in our first name.

“Hey Chlo” I say