Tri's POV

What time is it? oh yeah… 4:38am. My alarm is still yet to go off.

Well.. I know i can't get back to sleep, so time to get moving.

I walk to down stairs to my underground gym and switch on the lights. I am blinded by the lights that are often suppose to be on a performance stages, but what the hell? I wanted to go all out.

I jogged to the punching bag that is opposite the mirror (so I can always correct my stance) still in my… undergarments that i seeped in last night and taped my wrist and knuckles and started off easy with my punching and kicking, only doing the simple stuff. Then I start doing more complex combos; losing myself to the rhythm of the hits.

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I look at the clock installed above me telling me the time was 7:08am. Our school starts at quarter to nine, and it only takes 5 mins to get to school, so that means I have… aprox an hour and 40 min? Whatever. Time to get changed!

I go to my closet and throw on my bed a pair of ripped denim converse wedges, sleeveless crop v-neck denim top, black dangle belly button stud, side ripped high waisted shorts, a lacy push-up, and a g-string panty.

This year I'm not going for 'cute' or 'nice'. No. I'm NOTICEABLE. To be honest, I have never had a complement thrown at me. I actually use to be real 'nice'. But then HE left me. After my breakdown, I tried hiding it; Hiding my life. But as I recall, my life started falling apart even more then it already had.

Dad: He left.

Mum: She left us too. But she left us for the bottom of a 20 story building. Dead.

Me: Bullied and left to rot.

Celeb: The bully.

Me and my perfect life. Well, I guess I'm happy I inherited loads of money from god knows what my parents did's jobs.

Once I am dressed in my STUNNING outfit (if I do say so myself) I put some eyeliner on and go over my attitude. Flirtatious, Player, CLOSED OFF and badass OH YEAH!

I put my stuff into a mini denim backpack and look over my phone for any text- messages.

PETER IS THE BEST FRIEND FOREVEREST: HEYYY LOOKEN FARWARD TO DA NEW YEAR? me neither. so don't be so grumpy. think of all the cake ill give ya if you don't. ILYS! Peter out.

I quickly. Me: CAKECAKECAKE DID SOMEONE SAY CAAKKKEEEEE?

Peter and me are best friends since, like, FOREVER. We may as well be twins. Heck he is a better friend then Caleb ever was. He helped me through a lot. So basically I trust him and ONLY him.

I look at my watch. It is now 8:12am. Geez. I need to STOP daydreaming. Whatever. TIME FOR BREAKY!

Hmm... Lets see... what about vegimite and cheese on toast and a blood orange. Yum.

I eat my breakfast leisurely, brush my perfectly strait teeth (thank you many years of braces) and head to my motorcycle. Thats right. She's beautiful. She's a KTM 1290 SUPER DUKE R. She's mostly black, but has arias of red that glow in the dark. I call her Olive.

And with that, I am off.