-Elizabeth's pov-
I can barely sleep. I start in a new school tomorrow and, to be honest, I'm not even scared! I was in the popular crowd at my old school in California, and I have no doubt that I'll be popular in this school, too. Hell, I am quite the party animal. I'm a good girl though, only because I've never been caught.

It kinda stinks that I have to start at a new school in 12th grade, but hey, at least there's a change in pace for me. It also kinda stinks that I'm in New York for the reasons that I am. I don't want to think about that right now, though.

No, it's not the famous "New York, New York". I'm living with my aunt in the rural part of New York. It's pretty cold here. It's also very beautiful. We're surrounded by animals and mountains and clear skies. A huge difference from L.A.

I try to get comfortable. I don't want to have bags under my eyes for the first day of school. I block out all the bad thoughts in the back of my mind. They only pull me into the darkness and suffocate me to the point when I can't breathe.


I wake up to the obnoxious beep of my alarm clock. It's only 4:00 in the morning, but I want to take a shower and blow dry my hair, which takes a while, because my hair is really long and thick.

I turn off the alarm clock and make my way to the bathroom connected to my room. My aunts house is beautiful. It's almost like a log cabin, but also like a mansion. It has large windows that look out to the vast forest. I'm staying in my cousins old room, which is huge! I haven't unpacked everything yet, since I've only been here for a couple of days.

I turn the shower on and only step in when the water is burning hot. I let the water relax my muscles while I shampoo and condition my hair. When I'm done in the shower, I blow dry my hair and straighten it. I am one of those girls who puts makeup on all the time. Hey! I really need it. I put on foundation, covering up some blemishes. I apply eyeliner to the top and bottom of my eyes, making them look larger. I add mascara and pale eyeshadow to finish off the look.

I rummage through my closet, until I find a cute outfit. I end up putting on light skinny jeans with rips in the knees. I put on a black tank top, and tuck it into my jeans. I add a unbuttoned plaid flannel and top it off with a belt. I slip into my combat boots.

"Good morning," my aunt says to me. I don't really know her that well. I've only met her once before until she took me in.

"Good morning, uh-" I don't know what to call her. It seems strange to call her aunt.

"Call me Jenny," my aunt cuts in.

"Okay. Good morning, Jenny," I say, smiling at her. She places a plate stacked with waffles in front of me.

"I'm actually okay for food," I say, nudging the plate away from me. It's either the nerves, or that the waffles remind me of home. I don't want to eat them. Jenny shoots me a look, but doesn't push it. I mentally thank her.

"I'll drive you to school today," Jenny says, leading me to the car. I follow. We make small talk for the whole ride, which is only ten minutes long. Jenny seems really cool. I wouldn't mind living with her for a while. "Have a nice day," Jenny says as I get out of the car. I smile back at her before she drives off. I look at the school. I'm surprised. I expected it to a bunch of hillbillies, but it's actually the opposite. Most of the boys are really buff and kinda look like punks. The girls are worse though, they're all dressed like sluts. Well, not all of them, but the ones who look like they matter.

"Are you going to move?" Someone behind me asks. I turn around, about to sass him. Then, I remember that I'm new, and nobody knows who I am so I should just be nice.

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