Chapter 1:

The rain fell heavily in late fall and even worse in the mornings.
My alarm went off at 7:50 which meant i only had 1 hour and 15 minutes left to get to school.I got up and shuffled my feet across the room to the shower. The warm water at least gave me something to be grateful for that day. I washed up and stepped out of the shower to get dressed. It was late fall so it was the usual black skinnies, grey crop top and boots with my army jacket. I got dressed and went downstairs to eat. My mum had already set the table like she usually did, sausages on one plate,eggs on another and some pancakes stacked on a plate in the center.
I didn't have time for breakfast so being the "rebel" i was, (according to my dad) I grabbed an orange and a bottle of water and headed for the door before i was stopped by the bickering of two familiar voices coming down the stairs.

"Gwenie, have you had breakfast?" my mother, a woman with long black hair and kind green eyes,asked as she made her way down the stairs.

"Uhm, yeah sure.. I gotta go," I responded waving to her as I got my bag and jacket and attempted to leave the house.
My father, a man with burning amber eyes and a look of disappointment on his face, followed my mother down the stairs. He was wearing his black Versace suit and a simple black tie.
He then walked into the kitchen and sat down to have his breakfast. He paid no attention to me for the first 10 minutes, but with it being awkward, he decided to say something.

"Gwendolen,"he greeted as he adjusted his tie. He didn't even glance at me, he merely sat there pouring himself a glass of juice. My father had his usual 'you're not worth my time' look on his face as he separated the eggs from the sausages on his plate.
My mother then walked in and took a seat by my father who didn't look so happy to see her.
"Good morning dear," she said with her usual jolly-sounding tone. I merely waved to her as I left the room. No sooner had I stepped out than I heard my father mutter something.

"No respect whatsoever," He said as he shook his head in disappointment.

I ignored him as i put my hair into a top bun leaving some hair falling over my eye and walked out the door. I really didn't feel like arguing with my dad, especially when he had all rights to be cross. I mean, I got into a fight with the most incompetent person at school..Heather. Although she started the whole argument, I was the one put into detention. The universe must have something against me.

I walked to school considering the bus-driver had the Saturdays off.
The winds blew strongly,and the rain fell heavily as I made my way down our usual friendly street and greeted all the 'lovely people' who I really didn't care about.

The rain drops trickled down my cheeks and splashed on the ground as I walked up the front steps of the school.l stepped in and walked to the door of room 31O9...detention.

Sorry if it's a bit short and choppy, but I'm just testing out this plot. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism.
Thank you.

Special thanks to KNDnumbuh007, for the tips.