Fighting Chance

Chapter 1

"We wish you a merry Christmas,

we wish you a merry Christmas,

we wish you a merry--"

My hand slammed down on its own accord, and I let out a groan as I buried my face into my pillow. I never set my alarm on my phone because I knew that I would probably throw it across the room.

I grudgingly dragged myself out of bed, stripping my clothes off and turning on the shower to warm up.

I turned to look at the mirror and nearly jumped back in fright. 

My eyes were puffy and tinged with red, and my normally bright tan skins was dull. My eyes stared back at me, daring me to say one good thing about my appearance. 

Don't worry, I most definitely won't.

Don't even get me started on my hair. The normally wavy tresses were...I don't even know. It was a frizzy, brown, tangled birds nest.

I groaned, then hopped in the shower. I had time, since I liked to wake up early. 

Don't get me wrong, I love sleep, but waking up early gave me time to do whatever I wanted.

I scrubbed my hair with my green apple shampoo, then rinsed and conditioned. My hair wasn't tangled much anymore, so I ran my brush through it to get rid of the remaining knots.

I had a fading bruise on my ribs, and another large plane of purple on my thigh.

I sighed, then looked at the one on my stomach. These were all from my night-time activities. 

I looked down at some of the scars that run up my legs, on my waist, and my arms. They were from the fights where people would pull out knives. I've learned my lesson.

I rinsed my body one final time from my vanilla body wash, then stepped out and pulled on a robe, closing the door of my steamy bathroom and stepping back into my bedroom.

I pulled my hair up and into a bun, vowing to dry it after I changed. 

I opened the door to my walk-in closet, then turned on the lights. I pulled on a light pink and yellow underwear, trimmed with lace. It was stretchy and comfortable. I slipped my arms through the matching sports bra and fitted it over my head, adjusting it. I don't normally dress up in front of people, so pretty lingerie was my little secret.

I swiped on some deodorant, then pulled on a slim black hoodie and some grey sweats. I slipped on a pair of mismatched below-ankle socks, one hot pink and the other neon yellow. I hate matching socks.

I tied the laces on my sneakers, then shut the closet door and walked into my room, pulling out the blow dryer and turning it on. I pulled the hair band out and my waist length hair tumbled out, wet strands splaying across my back. I quickly blowed dried my hair, and brushed it out, pulling it into a quick ponytail. 

My reflection looked much better, and I sent myself a small smile. I put on some chapstick and soundlessly sauntered down the stairs and into the large kitchen.

Sienna, our housekeeper, was there, cooking away.

"Eat your eggs and toast." she ordered, not looking back and shoving a plate in my direction. I smiled a little.

"No, thanks, Si, I'll just have an apple." I bent down to kiss her cheek, as she was 5'4" and I was 5'7".

She rolled her eyes, then tossed me a red apple.

"You are gonna kill yourself by not eating, you idiot.", she scolded, but she had a small smile on her face.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." I chuckle, then grab my black backpack and open the front door.