Chapter One
My fingers felt cold and stiff, as I dragged them through my hair. It was the middle of the night, around 12:23 p.m. I was half awake, starring with caution at the fan. Have you ever noticed how it seemed to form a pattern? I have. I notice the slightest movements without even looking.
I can always sense when my sister is near, not that I wish i could. Sometimes I think life would be better without her.
Someone opened my bedroom door, without knocking. I really don't approve of it. In big black letters on my door it says, "Do me a favor and knock." But I guess my whole family must be blind, because they proceed on opening the door.
"London, get up," a small voice said. I felt too stiff to even turn my head to look up at who said that. I guess i'm glad I can sense things. I don't even have to look to know it's my mom, standing there in her grey pajamas, with her multi-colored slippers. Which by the way they weren't always multi-colored. They used to be white, but when I was 12 I dyed them.
Breakfast was sour. I think the milk was over due. Kinda like my math project. I really don't tend to actually do good in school, yet my precious parents still spoil me. Maybe it's because Lindie (My sister) treats them like literal trash.
I slipped into some ripped black shorts, and a Melanie Martinez "Crybaby" t-shirt. Her albums ok. I grabbed my black boots, and stuffed my pale feet into them. Pale is a goth/emo related word, I'm more into the "emo" category then the "goth." Goth is "Oh my life is sad and depressing, and I want to kill myself," sorta thing. Emo is more like "Black is cool. Pastel straight hair is cool. Death is ok."
On the bus, I'm sitting in the middle of a senior named "Samantha" and a freshman named "Sapphire." Samantha has long curly caramel colored hair, and brown eyes, and Sapphire has more of the "goth" look. Deluxe and everything, including straight black hair, and black contacts. I usually sit at the end of the seat facing the window. Samantha is sitting there now.
Math. I really have no words what so ever about it. All I know is that it includes lots of numbers. My mom thinks it would be a great idea if I were to be tutored. I say "Go to hell." There is no way i'm getting tutored by a nerd little girl who thinks she knows everything.
Face it. I'm already failing school. I honestly wish I didn't have to say this but I think it's about time I got myself tutor.