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This is my first story, so please don't be too hard on it, although I am definitely open to criticism.
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BEEP!! BEEP!!! BEEP!!
'Ughhh...', I groaned.
As I slowly squinted my eyes open, I looked over at the alarm clock.It was 6:00 in the morning. 'Too early...', I mumbled, slowly sliding out of bed and sitting up to slip on my slippers.
I got up, and walked towards the bathroom to splash my face with cool water. After I was finished, I grabbed a towel and dried my face off. I looked at myself in the mirror, cataloging my features.Green eyes, check. Straight, blond hair, check. Unremarkable features? Check.
I brushed my teeth, then grabbed my foundation, and brushing a light layer all over my face. Then I took my mascara and applied a few swipes, just to my upper lashes. I typically didn't wear a lot of makeup, especially just on school days. I walked over to my closet and pulled on some black, plain lacy underwear.
It was fall, so the weather was somewhat cool. I grabbed a pair of ripped, patched light-wash jeans, a black camisole, a white t-shirt over that, and finally my black leather jacket. I usually wore my black leather jacket every day, even when it was hot out - it was kind of like a security blanket of sorts.
One last time, I glanced in the mirror to see a petite blond girl staring back at me.
I wonder people see when they look at me.., I thought.
All I saw was a girl with moderate height issues (I was only 5'3), a small nose, and large, green eyes peering back at me from the mirror.
'SANG!!! HURRY UP!!', my mom yelled, breaking me out of my reverie.
I jumped in surprise, and then jogged out of my small room, heading towards the stairs.
Our house was an average-sized home, with two stories and a small attic space just above my room.
When I was little, I would always love to hide up there and pretend I was in a different universe, without my clashing parents and feelings of overwhelming loneliness.
You see, I am an only child.
My parents have always been somewhat distant from me and each other, always making me want to please them to get rewarded with even a little of their time and praise. So, when I was little, I spent my time on a whole number of activities - karate, Krav Maga, piano, cheerleading, various sports, languages - to try and please them.
This work, however, resulted in me being quite a lonely child, never having enough time to make friends.
My parents never seemed to get closer to me. In fact, as I grew older, they seemed to get even farther away. This past year, I realized that whatever I did, I couldn't please them more. I decided that I would learn these things, not for my parents, but for myself. I would become smart and strong, and wouldn't give up, no matter how lonely I am.
I walked downstairs, and into the kitchen.
My mother was just grabbing her purse and slipping on the heels to go with her business suit.
'Have a good day at school, I will be back around 6:00. Don't call unless it's an emergency, I am busy,' she called out, without looking back. 'Ok!', I called weakly after her.
I heard the front door slam, and walked over to the kitchen cabinet to grab one of the granola bars lying in it.
I wasn't very hungry, so I just slipped it into my book bag for later with a bottle of water.I glanced at the clock - it was 7:00. The bus would be here pretty soon.
I walked out of my house, waiting at the bus stop for the bus which would bring me to the place of hell I called Ashley Waters High School.