"GET UP!" My sister shrieked at me. She was shaking my arm.

All I did was groan and roll over. "MOM! CHIBI WON'T WAKE UP!" She smacked the pillow

that was now over my head. "COME ON, CHIBI! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"

That's right. School. Summer was over and I was fully healed except for the scar Jack left on my neck.

Last summer I found out vampires existed. Made friends with one and I'm still not sure about the other.

Robert and Kyle ran Jack off. I'm sure he'll be back. Soon.

But right now all I have to worry about was the snob and the most popular girl in school, Brittany.

"MOM! SHE'S NOT GETTING UP!" Sybil shouted.

And going deaf from my sister's "Nail on chalkboard" voice.

She pulled the covers off of me. "Stop it." I said in a groggy voice and tried to pull them back.

"NO!" She yanked the cover all the way off my bed. "Stop it." I said again.

I held the pillow tighter over my face when she tried to take it too.

"MOM!" She screamed and stomped off. I could here the muffled bickering of my mom and Sybil.

I heard someone walk into my room under my pillow. "Chibi, honey, you need to get up. The bus will be here any minute and you still need to take a shower, brush your teeth, get dressed, eat your breakfast, pack your--" I threw the pillow off my head.

"All right! I'm up! Jeez! What does it take to get five more minutes of sleep?"

I jumped out of bed and stocked off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

I looked in the mirror. Oh, Gosh. I looked like crap. I had dark circles under my gray eyes.

My hair was everywhere. My pajamas were all wrinkled and hung off my body in a very unattractive way. I looked at the clock. 8:55 am. I missed the bus. Sybil must've gotten on at the last minute.

My dad left for work about an hour ago. My mom needs to leave for work now.

There was a soft knock on the door. "Chibi?" My mom's voice leaked through the door.

"Yes?" I was annoyed now.

"I've got to go now or I'm going to be late for work." She said apologetically.

"Fine. I'm getting ready for school."

"Okay. I'm sorry I can't drive you."

I know she looked at her watch because next she said: "Oh! I'm late! Bye, sweetie!"

I heard her scurry off. "Bye." I mumbled.

I frowned at my reflection, sighed, then stripped down and got into the shower.

I turned on the water and let it warm me. I picked up my wash rag and held it under the water.

Then I squirt some body wash on the rag and lathered up.

I ran the soapy rag over my body. Thinking.

After that I washed my hair. I looked at the bottle. The lake. I shivered.

"Let it go..." I told myself.

I almost slipped stepping out. I looked in the mirror again.

I looked better. My hair wasn't frizzy anymore but the dark circles were still under my eyes.

I picked up the brush that was laying on the side of the sink and ran it through my black hair.

I let it grow out to cover the scar Jack gave me.

Jack...

I shook myself. I needed to let it go. I can't let him get to me. I shuddered. I was alone in our house.

I rapped the towel around me and walked out of the bathroom.

I ran up to my room and closed the door. Walking over to my closet, I searched through it.

I picked out a black tank top, ripped jeans, and my Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie.

I went over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of underwear with little skulls on them and a black bra.

When I put those on I pulled on my tank and jeans and hoodie.

I grabbed my ipod off of my desk and stuffed it deep into my pocket.

I walked over to my backpack and stuffed it with all of the work I was supposed to do last summer.

I glanced up at the clock. It was 9:18 am. I'm late...like I care.

I yanked on my combat boots and went downstairs.

I walked through the front door. My bike was gone.

Oh, no! She didn't take the bus! She took my bike! My sister stole my bike!

I took off running down the driveway. My mom is going to kill me if I'm any later for school.

My boots banged against the sidewalk as I ran. Thud, thud, thud thud.

This was the first time I wish I didn't wear my combat boots.

They're probably going to kill me before my mom could get to me.

I don't know if that's good or bad. Sybil is so getting it when we get home.

I could see the school's flag in the distance. The bell was ringing. Crap.

I pushed myself farther. Almost on the brink of passing out I finally reached the school.

All the leftover people were sprinting to class. Some taking enough time to give me an odd look when they passed. I must've looked pathetic. A sweaty, out of breath, goth girl.

After the rest cleared out I was all alone. I walked off to class. Not caring if I was late anymore.