"Chicken leegggsss! Bawk! Bawk! Bawk!" the familiar voice shouted at me. Then, erruptions of bawking came from an audience collecting behind my verbal attacker. Crushed, defeated, ugly, disgusting... right then and there I wish I could turn invisible, and not burden my peers the the discusting sight of myself.
Slowly, I came back to my senses- back to reality. I stared at the streaky old mirror, at this cage they call a body. Rather pale skin from lack of sunlight, I was half Quileute, but I obviously took to my mom's half. Ridiculously thick, dark brown, curls sat messily on my shoulders. I'd had a petite, maybe even weak looking body frame, and plain blue eyes that contrasted awfully thanks to my skin. I covered them with black framed glasses to distract attention from my face.
I wore a loose fitting grey t-shirt, with a dull patterened jacket over it and blue skinny jeans.
Looking down at the plain digital watch, it read, 7:41 am. 19 minutes until Hell.
Grabbing my backpack and a poptart, I shouted, "Asher James Shane, get up right n-"
"I'm already ready for school, Audie Delilah Shane!" my little brother Asher mimicked. I couldn't help but smile, because Asher... was really one of my best friend. Sure, it was pretty pathetic sounding, but it was true.
Asher was small, smaller than myself, mainly because he was quite a bit younger. I was in eleventh grade, so I was 17, and he was in ninth, and still 14 years-almost 15 years old.
My eyes drifted over Asher, he had short messy blonde-brown hair, his skin slightly darker than mine. He took in a little bit more Quileute than myself, but still, it wasn't much. Then my eyes scanned to his left arm- where there was a light greenish-purple mark.
"Hey, looks like that old bruis is going away," I commented casually, like it was nothing out of the ordinary- which it was.
Looking back down at my watch, it read 7:45.
"Let's go now, you know I want to be at school before everyone else." I mumbled. I crossed our house. It was small, there was a small wooden table on not-quite clean green carpet, and a floral couch that matched rather poorly. A few photos were hung on the walls, most of the glass protecting them cracked. As you can see, we were a family that came from wealth. (Total sarcasm right there.)
Finally opening the front door, the thick trees and light drizzle welcomed me, and never had I seen it seize to do so. Then, Asher and myself had begun to walk to school.
"We're gonna have a really nice day, okay, Audie?" Asher said cheerfully. He was always the glass half full kinda guy, no matter how deep the shit he was in.
Rolling my eyes, together we walked.
As I walked to what I surely knew as my death.
(Hope you enjoyed! Chapters will get longer, I promise. This is just and introduction) -Hannah