Buzz…Buzz…Buzz.
Gabriella woke up once again very rapidly with tears in her eyes. Ever since her grandpa died four months ago she couldn't stop having dreams of him. She regrets many things. For instance having a fight with her dad for two long years which caused her not to see her grandpa. She rose out of bed, turned her iPod up so her grandma couldn't disturb. She hated any type of eye contact or even speaking to someone. Ever since four months ago, she avoids that as much as she possibly can. Her iPod is on shuffle and the song "Breathe" by Taylor Swift played. Not a surprise for her, she always listens to it every morning. Its like she has her own tradition going on.
She grabs her black sweatpants with a plain white t-shirt and puts it on. Once she has her tennis shoes on she walks to her closet to grab her black sweatshirt. Once she reaches to the bathroom she doesn't even want to make eye contact with herself by the mirror. She grabs her long curly black hair and ties it into a quick ponytail. That has been her style these past months. Once grabbing her backpack and puts on her hoodie she leaves for school. She feels safe having her hoodie on so not many people can see what a wreck she really is. Ever since the day her grandpa passed she decided not to make friends and not to care for people. That way her heart won't break again, and she won't suffer as much as she does. Although, she hates her dad at the moment. He's been worried for her.. So, he sent her to this club for the "Lost Loved Ones".
"Gay..," she says thinking about that club. Once she gets to her locker someone as usual always pops out of nowhere.
"Gabby!" Taylor, she's Gabriella's best friend. Sometimes, Gabriella wonders how they're still best friends by the way she acts around..everyone.
"Hi." Gabby replies.
"So, you look stunning today. Sarcasm added, you know."
"Yeah.. Whatever."
"No, Gabby. Not whatever. Its been four months. Stop torturing yourself! He'd want you to be happy.. And seeing you like this he would be extremely sad. Have you ever thought about that?" She wasn't thinking of replying, but she kept going after the long pause. "We all want you happy! We all care for you, that's why your dad made you join that club!"
"Mhm. See you in English class." As Gabriella shut her locker hard, clearly she was mad. Taylor kept thinking how can she just say that after what she just said?
Gabriella's favorite class used to be English. Now she doesn't even care. Her grades went horrible. She used to get A's and B's. Now she flunks almost every class. She has never been a talkative type. Everyone at school used to ignore her, and she had this feeling they always made fun of her behind her back. The truth is, she wasn't that confident about herself. Her self-esteem lowered when her grandpa died. Now everyone feels bad for her of how she's torturing herself.
If you knew her before these 4 months she would be happy, not cared what people thought, she would put on make-up and be late to first period because she couldn't decide what to wear in the morning.
From everything that goes around her, she has always been the good girl. She does what she's told even though she might not like it. It's just that big hole in her chest that's making her suffer. Gabriella has gone through many death's but none of them struck them this hard like her grandpa's did. After school ended she decided to keep her good girl reputation and go to that stupid club. She managed a deep sigh as she walked through the doors. "Here I go.." she muttered to herself. From her mom's side her uncle is a psychologist so she knows exactly how this works. She doesn't need it in her opinion, but her dad is basically forcing her. Oh well. As she faces the classroom she has to pull back some of her hair so she can see better. Everyone is staring back at her. It's like a usual thing for her, since now she's known as the mysterious invisible girl around campus.
She takes a seat at that empty seat. Kelsi starts the session. "Thanks for coming today! Well, as you can all see we have a new member, Gabriella." Gabriella turned her attention to Kelsi. She was nice energetic, and a social butterfly. "Thanks for joining us today," Kelsi said. Gabriella just nodded. "Anyway, would you like to come up and tell us a little story why you're here?" Everyone else nodded in agreement, they wanted to know more of this mysterious girl they always see, but don't really know what's going on. Gabriella just glared at Kelsi, if looks can kill then Kelsi would have been dead by now. "Uh.. Nevermind." Said Kelsi. For half an hour people kept telling their stories. From what she heard her problem seemed to be less in a way. It made her think why was she suffering if other people probably had it worse then her. But then again her problem comes more emotional then anyone else's. This red-head girl lost her parents a year ago in a fire - very much tragic. Many teenagers there told their story and how they feel about it, and people will cooperate by saying stuff to them. Gabriella wasn't new at this. It's the same old group counseling. People can relate, you just have to let go. Which that has been Gabby's struggle for 4 months. "Gabriella, why are you here?" the red-head girl asked. The bell rang. That was a lifesaver for Gabriella. "My dad told me to." Is all she said as she was heading out the door. Nobody really understood her, not even her best friend Taylor. There was only one person who would. She basically ran until she came up to this house.. It wasn't her dad's though. She knocked waiting for an answer without any patience. Once the door opened she saw a blonde girl standing at the door, Mikaela.
A/N: Sorry if this chapter is really short, I'm just explaining how Gabriella is on most of her days. It's a pretty sad story, but its still Troyella! :D So watch out for that. Anyway, hm.. who is Mikaela exactly? Let's find out in Chapter 2! :) Please review! This is like the first story I'm really committed to. Because this is kind of based on a true story, kinda!