I wake up and look at the clock, it's 5 o'clock in the morning so I get out of bed.

I remember tears streaming down your face,when I said I'd never let you go.

I shiver as I wash my face with ice-cold water.

And all those shadows almost killed your light.

Tip-toeing into the kitchen,I devour an apple and dash back into the living room.

I remember you said 'Don't leave me here alone' but all that's dead and gone and past,tonight.

Rushing into my uniform, I fix my hair into a messy ponytail and check the time:

5:45.

"Too early",I mutter as I walk into my parent's bedroom and the vision set before me makes me want to crawl into a pit and cry.

Clothes scattered across the floor, empty beer cans on the bedside parents sprawled half-naked on the bed and my baby sister Maria in her crib, snoring loudly.I head back into the living room and collapse on the sofa.I pick up the Harry Potter book on the dining table, I lose myself into the story and when I look back at the clock,it reads 7 am.

"Holy Fuck I'm late", I almost scream and before I know it,chaos occurs.

"Waaaaaaah Mummy,mummy",Maria shrieks like a banshee.

"What the hell is going on!",dad bellows.

"Five more minutes,honey",mom moans.

That's it,I've had enough.I grab my schoolbag and practically prance out of the chaotic flat that I call in my earbuds, Melanie Martinez blasts out.

I'm peeling the skin off my face,

'Cus I really hate being sane.

The normals ,they make me afraid,

The crazies,they make me feel sane.

I skip in the freezing cold to the bus stop and wait patiently for the bus to arrive. 10 minutes later, a manky,old bus arrives.I get off at the bus stop opposite my school, turn my phone off and head into school

After three boring lessons of how to add up numbers and draw stuff, I walk into the classroom that I had been waiting for:English.

Mr Grey was busy placing the textbooks at the end of each table as I walked to my he turned around and said:

"Early bird gets the worm eh, Anastasia?"

I smile and say

"Yep"

"Looking forward to some Shakespeare,Anastasia?"

"I guess so but the only plays I know are Romeo and Juliet and Macbeth"

"Well, you'll love this one!"

Truthfully,I know all of the plays.

Mr Grey is always smartly dressed:Waistcoats and pretty ties worn copper curls were neatly combed and his beautiful gray eyes were could a human being be so...yummy.I as a 18 year old schoolgirl and him as a 23 year old English wouldn't heart tells me it felt right to feel attracted to him but my brain said otherwise.I shut my feelings out as I write down the names of the happens in my unpleasant dreams of my past still haunt me till this day. No one would look my Grey would want nothing to do with me:a mousy old schoolgirl with her glasses askew and crumpled shirts with unpolished,scruffy shoes.I am brought out of my thoughts when the bell rings,students pour in and my friend Kate Kavanagh winks my Grey clears his throat as a way to get us to shut up and lessons start.