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|Author: ChrissyD||Added: Jul 24 2010||Views/Reads: 1661/1204||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Confused girl, finds what she needs.|
6/20/2010 Christine Lanham Chapter 1 You know that feeling you get when you know your life is about to change in some huge way? Well I immediately knew that feeling when I woke up that morning. It was freezing in my room; this winter had been unusually cold. I just wanted to curl up in my comforter and lay there all day. It didn't help that it was the first day back to school after break, either. “Alleah!” Ugh. Mother, shut up. “I know mom. I'm getting ready.” Lie. I ducked under the covers and drifted in and out of sleep. I must have actually fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing I knew, my mom was banging at my bedroom door. “Alleah Tarin Shepard! Get your ass out of bed!” “I'm up, I'm up.” I stumbled out of bed. Where's my shirt? Ah! Found it. I looked around for a pair of jeans, but they were all in the washer. Guess I'm wearing sweats today. Oh well. “Alleah!” my mom barked. “What?!” “Are you up?” “Yes. God. I'm grabbing my keys now.” I walked out my door. “See?” “I really wish you would wear proper clothes to school.” “Mom, they're sweatpants. Not a micro-mini. Chill.” “You really should care more about your appearance honey. You're almost 17 years old. Soon you'll be out in the real, professional world. And they don't accept things like that. They'll chew you up and spit you out without even thinking first.” “Goodbye, mother.” “Goodbye. Have a good day.” Ugh. Another day at school. Winter break was definitely not long enough. I walked down the hallway to my locker, got out my AP Chemistry, Algebra 2 Honors, and Anatomy books. Yet again I wondered why I was taking all these classes. Obviously to “prepare myself for the future”. What bullshit. No, it's not really. Why have I been so negative lately? “Leah!” I turned around. Great. It was my boyfriend. We had been dating for over a year. And yeah, things had gotten well, horizontal. To put it nicely. Not that I didn't like it, but lately, he's just been all over me. I don't know why it bugs me, it shouldn't. Whatever, it's not his fault I guess. He is an eighteen year old boy. “Hi Caiden.” “Hey babe.” He leaned into me for a kiss. I pushed him away. “God, Cay.” I don't know what's wrong with me? Why is he bugging me so much today? “Baby, what's wrong?” “I don't know. Just stressed.” Stressed? About what? “Okay. Well I gotta go by Mr. McCormick's class to hand in my report.” He kissed me. “Kay. Bye.” I muttered. I don't even think he heard me. I slammed my locker shut, feeling frustrated. I have everything I've ever wanted. I haven't even had to work that hard for it. Why am I so ungrateful? Why am I so unhappy? I thought about this as I walked down the hallway to homeroom. I walked through the door of my AP Chemistry class and made my way to my seat. That was when I saw her for the first time. Who's that? I wondered. And I must have answered out loud, because Aaron Williamson, my lab partner, answered me. “That's the new girl, Haven Cardell.” She was running past the window, outside on the track. She had stunning red hair; the kind you can't get from a bottle. It was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, and it swung as she ran. She was wearing spandex shorts that accentuated her long muscular legs. She was as athletic as she was beautiful. She continued running, out of my sight line. “Excuse me. Mrs. Shepard.” Mr. Harrison was standing right in front of my table, staring at me, as I had just been staring at Haven. “The mass of Ammonium?” “Uhm, I don't know sir.” “Well pay attention and you might figure it out.” The class snickered. It wasn't often that I messed up, so people notice when I did. “Sorry.” Damn. I didn't even hear the bell ring. When did class start? Shit, it's already almost time to go. How long was I staring out that window? I don't know. But that girl, God. There's something about her. . There's the bell. “Leah, you coming?” It was my best friend, Kenzy. We usually walked to class together. But there was something else I had to do today. “Uh, yeah. Hey, I gotta go by the yearbook room to give Mrs. Vail my form.” “You want me to go with you?” “No, that's okay.” “Alright. See you in Anatomy.” “Bye.” I gotta find this girl. Maybe she'll still be in the gym. I walked, fast, to the gym. About half way there I ran into her. Literally. “I'm so sorry. I. . ” I said, bending over to pick up books. It was only after I looked up that I realized who I was apologizing to. “Oh.” My stomach dropped about 4 feet. “What?” She was glaring at me. Oh God, she hates me. She hates me. “Oh, nothing. I just. . I . . uhh . . I'm so sorry. I'm not. . I . .” Why weren't the words coming out? “Relax, hun. It's no big deal, I was just kidding. I didn't mean to upset you.” She called me hun. I Click here to read the rest of this story (179 more lines)
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