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And please tell me what you think, this is my first fanfic and I don't know if its worth writing more ..

PS: I'm German so please ignore my stupid mistakes :)

Butterflies usually fly high

Chapter One

Erin rolled over in her bed and hid her head under a white blanket, groaning slightly. The day had not even begun and she already hated it. She could hear the rain dashing against the windows, and finally upheld her head. It was still dark outside, cold and it was winter. Usually the sun started rising at 8 o'clock in the morning and Erin hated to go to school in the dark. Well, she didn't like school in general. She couldn't stand those terrifying mindless idiots that were attending this pathetic excuse of a school, called McKinley high.

Erins buzzer tinkled at 6 a.m. She reached out for it and threw that annoying black thing onto the floor, then stood up and walked over to her dresser. The mirror showed her a tired-looking girl, blurred make-up covering the dark circles under her eyes and untidy, red hair sticking out her head. Erin had to yawn and opened her wardrobe grabbing for a black pair of jeans and a red band shirt. She put on her clothes and converse chucks, shouldering her school bag and headed for the door.

Just when she had entered the kitchen, she heard the most frightening voice ever. »Up already?«

Her father sat at the table, wearing nothing but underwear, reading the newspaper and drinking his beer. Erin had to advert her face in order to avoid puking, she wasn't hungry anymore at this sight and before her father could say a word more, she had locked the bathroom door.

When she looked in the mirror this time, a lonely tear was running down her cheek. She didn't even know why but she used to cry a lot, lately. Maybe because of her father. Maybe because of her mother, her dead beloved mother who had died in a plane crash a few years ago. Since that time, Erin was forced to live with her father in a sticky small flat in Pennsylvania, miles from her real home, Wisconsin, away. Although Erins father hadn't had a job at this period of time he refused on moving to Wisconsin so that his daughter had to move to him, without any of her permission though. She was only seventeen and yet not allowed to live alone.

But she didn't fit. Her life was going down, she became a misfit, in her school, her home, in McKinley. And she didn't like it. She hardly had found friends at her school in Wisconsin but still, she liked this place more than she could ever like Pennsylvania.

Erin combed her hair and put on eyeliner, not bothering that it would be smudgy in a few hours when she started crying again. She was always crying in school, in classes, even in the breaks. Mostly because of anger or schoolmates being total assholes again. But nobody ever noticed and if somebody did, he just stared or laughed, causing Erin to cry harder.

Well, that's reality. Going to school, coming back, not talking to her father and crying sometimes, missing her mother and going to bed late. If just something … better … would happen to her, but happiness was never hers to hold. She wasn't happy anymore and she didn't try to be. Erin wondered if someone of her classmates had ever seen her teeth, because she never smiled. She found herself ugly and in her opinion smiling would even make her uglier, and actually nobody cared if she did.

Running her fingers through her reddish hair she watched over to the clock which showed 6:15 a.m. Erin still had half an hour before going to school but she just wanted to leave this flat, breathing air and feeling free.