"You can't save me!" She yelled. Her body was mangled and bloody, like a zombie. I tried to run from her, but she caught up. She pounced on my back and I fell to the ground. I tried to get her off me, but she was much stronger. She bit into my neck and tore the flesh off...
That was when I woke up. I was drenched in sweat and shaking in my bed. I hated that dream. I had it almost every night. The clock glowed 3:35 a.m. I flopped back down and stared at the ceiling in the darkness. There was no way I was going back to sleep. I turned my desk lamp on and started searching under my bed for my drawing notebook and colored pencils. I found my pencils, but I couldn't find my drawing notebook. I found something else instead. A small blue notebook with black stars and a red heart in the middle. Where did this come from? I opened it. There was a note on the front cover.
Dear whoever reads this,
In this notebook is what I've held in for my entire sophomore year. Pain. Agony. Lust. Some memories might be good, some may be bad. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Gwen Matthews
The next page I flipped was blank. My hands were shaking as I flipped the blank page. There was soft, flowing cursive on this page. I immediately knew that this was her writing.
09.10.10 Monday
Today was my first day at a new school. This bitch named Lindsay decided it would be funny to put gum in my hair. I punched her in the arm and she smacked my face. I ran off towards the science hall and crashed into this black-haired girl named Heather. She helped me hide from Lindsay. Apparently, they used to be best friends, but then Lindsay stole Heather's boyfriend. Or something like that. Anyways, Heather is a grade ahead of me and she likes all the same things I do. She's really cool. We might hang out later this week if Mom lets me... **Gwen**
I blinked and turned the page.
09.11.10 Tuesday
Dad's death day. Nothing else. **Gwen**
09.12.10 Wednesday
Heather and I hung out at her huge mansion today. She's an only child with overprotective parents. She showed me her huge cd collection. She had way more cd's than I did. All five My Chemical Romance cd's, plus a concert DVD. She asked if I wanted to watch it with her, so I said yes. It was pretty kick-ass. We made plans to go to the mall on Saturday for Homecoming dresses. **Gwen**
I remember seeing both of them at the mall. Of course, I didn't know them at the time. I was just starting out as the cashier in that store. Heather and Gwen looked at me a few times, but they never came up to me until I rung up their dresses. I shook my head and shoved the memory out. I had to get some sleep...
~6:30 am ~1.17.12.~
My alarm blared in my ear. I rolled out of bed and landed on the floor with a thud! Ouch...I rubbed my head and slowly got up. I put on my black Ray-Bans so I could see. My brother started banging on the door.
"Trent! Can you keep it down in there? I'm trying to sleep!" He yelled. "And turn that music down!"
Just to piss him off, I turned it up to max volume and started belting out the lyrics. "If your heart is a pillow, this love's the bed! Tell me what is this music inside my head?! Don't wake me uppppppppppppppp!" I heard him storm off to the back of the house, to our parents' room. Hah, that'll show you to mess with me. I started grabbing clothes that I could wear today. A pair of faded Levi's, a black Maroon 5 t-shirt and my worn-out green Converse. Today would just be another day in Hell, I could already feel it.
First Hour-Gym
I hate gym. I can give you thirty reasons why we shouldn't have to be in gym class, then my instructor, Mr. Edelworth, can give you two times that amount on why we should do gym. I always get picked on in the locker room by the stereo-typical jocks, Geoff Harding and Tyler Adams. They're not just assholes and jerks. They're all that and much more. I'm usually the last one to the locker room, which kinda sucks. They always spot me, even if I come in through the back entrance.
"Hey, lover-boy! Come here for a second!" Geoff called out. Tyler scoffed and fist-bumped him.
Ever since they found out that Gwen and I started going out (and even after we split up), he's felt the urge to call me "Lover-boy" every time he sees me. And I stress the phrase "every time." The only good thing? I don't have any other classes with Geoff. Tyler is another story. We have five classes together, including lunch. But, the thing is, he's scared of me. I'm dead serious right now. When he's around Geoff and his group of dicks, he's on top of the world. But, when it's just me and him, he has this really scared look in his eyes and tries to advert his staring. Which, lets face it, is a whole lot better than getting poked and made fun of.
"No." I said coldly. I continued to get dressed in our ugly gym uniforms. Whoever thought that it was a good idea to have our school colours be orange, yellow and brown must have been high as the Empire State building. I shoved my clothes and my backpack in the small gym locker and went out to the gym.
So, here's the sitch: Every other day, we have a cardio day. What does that mean? We run laps outside on the track (if it's nice) for the span of the period. And if your me, who absolutely hates running, today is going to be a hard day.
"Okay, let's do our warm-up excersizes." Edelwoth called out.
Warm-ups are pretty easy. I wish we could just do warm-ups for the whole period. Jumping jacks, lunges, etc. That's the only part of gym I love. Oh, and dodgeball. That's also a favourite of mine. After our warm-ups, we headed outside. I checked the weater earlier on my iPhone, said it was supposed to be 52 degrees. Sure as hell didn't feel like that. Good thing I brought a big, fluffy sweater and jogging pants. I stood awkwardly next to a girl named Beth. I didn't know her too well, but she's just as bad of a runner as I am, so it's good to stick with her.
"Hi Trent." She said.
"Hi." I said back.
"You look warm. New sweater?"
"No, it's my dad's. I stole it after reading the weather report for today."
"Yeah. I wish I brought a sweater..." She said with a lisp.
I nodded. Geoff bumped into me with his meaty shoulder. "Whoops. Sorry, loser."
I kicked the dirt underneath my mangled running shoes. I tried my best to ignore him, but it didn't always work. Edelworth explained what we were doing today. Six laps, try not to stop. Pfft, yeah, right. Edelworth already hated my guts for not trying during soccer and basketball, so how pissed do you think he's going to get when he sees me stopping to catch my breath? Heh, you don't even want to know.
We began running. Geoff and Tyler took off and led the group off by sprinting around the track faster than everyone else. They usually turned this into a race. I jogged peacefully with Beth at the back of the group. Tyler and Geoff were catching up pretty fast, but it's not like I was surprised. They're both on the football team, so of course they have to run fast. They flicked my head and I groaned.
"See you at the finish line, lover-boy." Geoff said as they ran off.
"Why do you let them egg you on like that?" Beth asked.
"I don't know." I answered truthfully. If I could have my way, they'd be dead. Okay, maybe not that extreme. I would've sent them somewhere cold, like Greenland or Iceland. They could freeze their asses off for all I cared.
"Come on, McKinley! Pick up the pace!" Edelworth yelled at me. I flipped him off when he wasn't looking.
Second hour: Honours Chemistry
Well, I don't have this class with any of the Jock-asses, thank God, so I didn't have to worry about getting gum put in my hair. But, there was one thing. Gwen used to be my lab partner. Since...what happened, I haven't had another one, everyone else was too scared to be my partner. Which was completely fine, I like working alone. And I had a little bit of free time to read what's in Gwen's notebook. Here's hoping the teacher doesn't catch me...
09.13.10 Thursday
I met someone today. He's really nice and funy and cute and smart. He's in my Honours Chem. class. We're lab partners. His name is Trent. Isn't that such a sexy name?
Here, I blushed. She thought my name was sexy? Huh. Who would've guessed.
Anyways, we talked about music and what we wanted to do after we got oout of high school. He told me he wants to be a singer. I asked if he could sing for me and he told me that he would think about it. Hopefully, that's a good sign. I told him that I wanted to be an art teacher and he said that was pretty cool. Then, we argued about who was a better lead singer for Escape the Fate: Craig Mabbit or Ronnie Radke. I said Craig and he said Ronnie. He told me that Craig should just stick to Blessthefall. I laughed and smacked him lightly on the arm. I wonder if anyone else in the world has that kind of debate...**Gwen**
I closed the notebook and started writing down the notes for our new lesson: Valence electrons. I groaned and sunk down in my seat.
"Trent? Are you complaining back there?" Ms. Richards asked.
"No..." I said quietly.
"Would you care to to the first equation, since you sound so very excited about this?"
Hell no. "Sure. Like I have a choice." I muttered under my breath. I got up and walked to the front of the classroom. I took the dry-erase markre out of Ms. Richards's hand and started writing the equation on the board. I wrote everything down correctly and sighed when I finished. She looked...flabbergasted when I put the marker down. I went back to my seat without another word. Trent McKinley: 1. Emily Richards: 0.
So, i'm going to stop there. Comments? Requests? Questions? Reviews? Should I continue?
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