Chapter One: Nagging Thoughts
I can't sleep!
Swirling thoughts were nagging at me as I tossed and turned in my new bed; although it was larger than my old one, it was nowhere near as comfortable. New bed, new room, new house, new town. New life. With that thought, my eyes flew open in the darkness and I just knew I wasn't going to get any sleep.
Sighing indignantly, I sat up, propped myself up against the overstuffed pillows, and turned on the bedside lamp. While most teenagers would probably bring out their mobile phones at this point, especially those who just moved towns, I opted to grab my sketchbook and a 2B pencil that were lying on the table directly under the lamp's light. Honestly, one of the best things about this new town, was the new phone and hence no old contacts.
After being popular, and by extension involved in all the drama, at my old high school, I vowed to myself that it wasn't going to happen to me again. In truth all I wanted were one or two close friends who loved me for being strong-willed and loud, rather than the whole grade following me like lost sheep and being in a permanent state of fear and awe. And no more dating.
My perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed slightly as I thought about my previous dating experiences. Naturally, an independent girl like myself had attracted like-minded guys, but it always turned out that we weren't that similar after all. I mean just because I was opinionated and didn't like beating around the bush, it didn't mean that I didn't have a heart. Unlike all those guys who thought I was the bitch that would complement their jerkiness.
Hm…there must be a better word than 'jerkiness', oh well I'll probably think of it the next time I meet a jerk. Seeing as I was starting at a new high school in less than five hours, part of me felt like that next encounter wasn't far away, either.
All the while that I was swimming around in my own thoughts, my hand had been working on its own accord; dragging the pencil across a new page in my sketchbook. When I realised what I'd been doing, my amber eyes swiveled down to inspect the drawing. More garbage. I thought in disappointment, my lips pursing together as I breathed out a sigh. The only problem that I was having with this move was that, for some unexplainable reason, I hadn't been able to design anything decent recently.
My sketchbook was filled with drawings of models, clothing, hair designs, colour schemes and anything else to do with fashion, and all of my own creation. I'd always had a natural talent for design and it frustrated me to no end that all my inspiration seemed to have come from the drama of my old school and my old status. It was clear that I'd have to fins new inspiration, away from alcohol, jerks, spineless followers and general teenage drama and angst. I'm never going to design something good again am I? Either that or I'm going to be the trouble magnet again...aren't I?
A/N: Hi there! This was just a short chapter (basically a prologue) to start off the fanfic. Usually I aim for 1000 words per chapter, which is still pretty short but it works for keeping up regular updating and making things keep moving. Please review if you liked it...or didn't like it. Any support is amazing! ~ YeRachael