Chapter 1: Good Morning
(Danny's POV)
4'O Clock A.M.
It is 4'o clock in the morning and my alarm has just gone off. I wake up, and I feel dead. I had just finished unpacking all of my stuff from the boxes only 5 hours ago. I know it might sound crazy to wake up that early, but it is just something I am accustomed to, and if I do not do it, nothing feels right.
The chilling air sends needles through my body as I pull the last of my fluffy warm blanket off me. I quickly grab my Ipod from the dresser and some warm clothes and dash into the bathroom. The reason for the
Ipod is that I like to hook it up to speakers and listen to music through all of this.
As I turned the knob and let the water flow freely down, I hurriedly undressed myself and got in. I jumped and flinched at the pain of the hot water. The steam rising off my body as it hit me.
"Ow!" I mumbled to myself.
I turned the knob again, this time leaving it at a warm temperature.
I began shampooing my hair and only closed my eyes for a second so it wouldn't sting my eyes, and I wanted the strawberry scent to fill my nose.
"What the Hell!" I said alarmed, as I opened my eyes.
There was black liquid flowing through the tub and into the drain.
A soon as it hit me, I felt like mentally slapping myself. The night before, I had decided to dye the bottom half of my hair black. I felt that new school meant new hair, besides; I thought it might compliment my chestnut brown hair pleasantly.
As soon as I was done rinsing myself off, I got out and slipped into some warm pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. The air felt cold, but it definitely woke me up.
When I got into my room, I took out all my morning supplies. It consisted of a comb, my black metallic eyeliner, and my chap stick.
I combed through my hair until it was sleek, and was free of knots. I knew that if I let it down, it would dry on its own and just get wavy.
I picked up my eyeliner and drew a thin line over my top lid. Finally, I got my chap stick and traced it over my lips.
It was now 5:30 A.M.
I still had a lot of time, so I decided to hook up my Ipod to the speakers in my room and play my favorite song by Framing Hanley, "You Stupid Girl."
Feels like the walls are closing in on me
I'm suffocating, I can barely breathe
And you've got me right where you want me
This is a side of you I've never seen
You're not the girl that you used to be
And you've got me right where you want me
As the song blared on, I decided to slip into my first day of school clothed. What suck, was that it was first day of school for me, everyone lese started 3 weeks ago.
The more I thought about this, the more nervous I got, and decided to sing along.
You stupid girl You will be the death of me
So let me go
Just let me be
You stupid girl
Love the way you're killing me(You're killing me)You stupid girl(You're killing me)You stupid girl
Once the song finished, I took a long look at the mirror. I had on black skinny jeans, a gray tank top with my little black sweater on top, black combat boots, my favorite black studded bracelet, and to top it all off, my gray school bag, which I thought was awesome because it had a big white crow in the middle. A sweet reminder of one of my favorite movies, "The Crow".
Staring at myself, I couldn't help but think that my light blue/gray eyes look a little frightened. They didn't have that sparkle that people so often talk about.
I shook off that feeling immediately and headed downstairs.
It was very obvious I was the only one home and my dad had already gone to work. There was a warm cup of coffee waiting for meat the dining table.
Along came a note that read: "Sorry, I cant drive you to school on your first day. Hope you don't mind walking, and have a good day." - Love Dad
I smiled at myself, at least he tried. I didn't mind walking, and the idea of him driving me was a little strange.
I looked at the time and it was 7:00, I knew that if I left now, the latest I would get there would be at around 7:45, which would then leave me 15 minutes to get my schedule and fine my classes. I quickly poured all the coffee into my poppy. The name I gave what I called my portable cup.
I grabbed the house keys off the counter top and dashed out of the house. As I kept walking, I made sure to notice everything just in case I couldn't remember the street names. I also looked at the cars and front lawns. I was really interested in Cars and motors and could fix any broken car you gave me. I actually used to work as a mechanic part time, back in LA. Not for the money but because I liked it.
At some point, a hearse drove by. I didn't see the driver, but I couldn't help but laugh, just because I thought it was so random.
After about 30 or so minutes of walking and listening to "Escape the Fate" song, I could finally see Degrassi coming in to view. There were a bunch of guys and girls talking to each other about their drama, I'm guessing.
I got a couple of questionable stares and heard a few, "Hey is she new here?" Unfortunately, I also got a few inappropriate stares. I didn't get what the big deal was. So what I had a thin figure and was 5'3. I wouldn't consider myself beautiful, but descent.
I smirked to myself, and kept walking until I had completely crossed the parking lot and reached the top of the stairs.
I stood in front of the double doors, which seemed to have gotten much bigger. I took a deep breath, and walked in. I kept walking down the hallway trying to avoid people's stares until I reached the Front desk.
Sitting at the desk was a plump old woman with short curly hair and square glasses looking up at me. Her small brown eyes looked very warm.
"Um….Hello? I'm new here", I said to her.
"Okay, what is your name?" she asked.
"Danny…, Danny Duval."
Once she heard that, she began typing my name in the computer.
Seconds later, she printed out my schedule and handed it to me with a smile.
"Good Luck." she said
I took the green paper from her hands.
"Thanks."
I took one last look at her, put on a great, big, fake smile, and then went on my way. I took a quick glance at my first schedule, and found that I had Trigonometry for 1st period.
Greeeaaat was all I could think to myself.
Suddenly someone banged into me with such force, that they knocked me down, and my paper went flying out of my hands. Of course when you are about to hit the floor face first you instinct is to stick your hands out in front of you. Which is what I did, except that only shot a killer pain through my hands. Oh well, you have to learn to ignore it.
I looked up and saw a hand outstretched in front of my face. Sooo… I took it.
I looked at the face that the hand belonged to, and saw a boy smiling at me with sort of short brown hair and apologetic blue eyes. He looked tough though, and by the way other people looked at him, unfriendly. However, hey, who am I to judge, someone else, I'm no better if I just assume those things.
To be continued….