A/N note at the bottom!

Lexi POV

My alarm clock started beeping, so I rolled over in my bed, searching for the clock on my black bedside table, finally I found it. I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up. I got off of my bed and trudged over to my bathroom, turning my shower on.

I was hoping the smell of my shampoo and the warm water on my skin would calm my nerves, but it didn't, so I shut the water off and got out.

I wrapped my white bathrobe around myself and walked down the stairs into the kitchen. I opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the strawberry pop tarts, then I put them into the toaster and I went into the living room. I turned on the T.V and starting watching Monk, then went back into the kitchen to get the food.

The clock on the T.V said the time was 6:30 AM, so I went back into my room to get changed. My mom told me I had to leave the house at 7 AM, so I didn't rush getting ready.

Inside my closet I started looking through my clothes, and I settled on my black skinny jeans, with my white studded belt, and my brown New Found Glory t-shirt. I slipped on my very worn-in Converse, and I walked into my bathroom. I brushed out my hair, and I applied my black eyeliner, making my emerald green eyes pop.

Walking back into my room I slid my cell phone and house keys into my back pocket, then I grabbed my tote bag, which I used as a backpack, and I trudged down the stairs. I opened the front door and locked it, then I started my walk to school.

Dulaney High School was only a few blocks away from my house, so there's no point in driving to it, even though I could; I'm 16.

I heard mumbling behind me so I turned around to see who it was. It was my neighbor and his girlfriend. Even though they were whispering you could tell they were arguing, so I quickened my pace, not wanting to overhear the fight.

I made it to school with ten minutes to spare, so I entered the school trying to find the guidance office. It seemed like the whole school was here early, all of the hallways were filled with kids and I had to push my way through the crowds.

I found the office on the second story of the building, and there were way less people up here than there were downstairs. I entered the office and walked up to the desk that was in the middle of the room.

"How may I help you?" The lady behind the desk asked, her nameplate said Mrs. Miller; who was the guidance secretary.

"I called yesterday, I'm new here." I said, smiling at her.

"Last name?" Mrs. Miller inquired, starting to shuffle papers around to find my schedule.

"Curtis," I replied.

"Ah, here we go," she handed me my class schedule, that had my locker number and combination written on the bottom of it, "do you need a map?"

"Nope," I answered, "I can find my way around places."

"Okay, have a good day!" Mrs. Miller called after me as I walked out of the office.

I looked down at the paper and it said that I had reading with Mrs. Sanders first, so I headed downstairs, remembering seeing that name.

I found the classroom directly next to the hallway filled with lockers, so I quickly searched them, finding number 511. I opened the door and started to cough when dust flew out of it. I swatted the air and hung up my tote bag, then lined my binders on the shelf. I took out the one that was labeled 'reading' and shut the door.

I ran into the classroom, the bell ringing just as I made it inside. I sighed in relief then walked up to the teachers desk, handing her my paper. Mrs. Sanders nodded her head at me, handed me a thick textbook, and pointed to the only empty desk in the room.

I sat down at the desk and took out my notebook. I knew she was a boring teacher by the way she acted, so I prepared myself for a very long speech.

~!~

Let's just say reading class was torture. Mrs. Sanders turned out to be a very boring, annoying bitch, who nitpicked everything you said. I was just grateful that we would be reading "To Kill A Mocking Bird" for the next week.

Math class was after reading, and that class was pretty cool. The teacher, Mr. Weeber, made tons of little jokes while he taught, and he loved my class. I found that our class was his favorite because we were his only advanced class.

Now I was heading into chemistry, which was going to be my favorite class; science is my favorite subject.

I walked up to Mr. Tyler's desk and he whistled when he pulled up my records on his computer.

"You love science," Mr. Tyler stated, grinning at me.

"Without a doubt," I replied.

"Since you seem to have a great understanding for this subject, would you be able to handle a difficult lab partner?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Yeah, totally," I answered, flattered.

"Okay then, your lab partner is Mr. Barakat, he's the last table in the second row," Mr. Tyler said, pointing to a table with only one kid.

"Thanks," I mumbled, then walked to the table. I pulled out the barstool and sat down, looking at the kid from the corner of my eye.

"Hi," he said, waving at me.

"Hey," I replied, a little creped out.

"What's your name?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Lexi," I answered, "and you?"

"Jack, and I like it when things go boom!" He laughed, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

Jack was kinda cute, with black hair and angled bangs. Although I wasn't crazy of the blond streak in the middle of his bangs. He was wearing white skinny jeans with a black Blink-182 band tee, and black Nike dunks.

"That's cool," I grumbled, starting to take notes on DNA slides Mr. Tyler was showing on the overhead.

Jack continued to talk, but I just tuned him out, totally immersed in the lector Mr. Tyler was giving on white blood cells.

By the time the class was over I had filled up five pages of my notebook, and I had a serious cramp in my hand.

I got up and left the class, ignoring Jack's goodbyes. My next class was free period, so I headed to the library to do all of the homework I already had piling up in my binders.

My breath was taken away when I walked into the library. There were several round wood tables in the middle of the room, and rows of computers next to them. There had to be a thousand books in here, not that I would get a chance to read them with all of the homework I had.

I just finished checking over my geometry homework when the bell rang, so I ran out of the library and sprinted up the stairs where my creative writing class was.

The teacher was a women, who looked to be in her early thirties, and was smiling brightly at me.

"I'm Mrs. Fletcher," she said, giving me a handshake.

"I'm Lexi Curtis," I mumbled, looking at my feet.

"Well Lexi, you can take any available seat, we are working on poetry right now, and at the end of the class everyone shares what they wrote, so be prepared," she warned me, both of us walking into the classroom.

I took a seat at the back of the classroom, opening up my notebook. I heard giggling so I looked over to the seat next me. It was my next door neighbor, and he was surrounded by flirting girls. I turned my head away in disgust; guys were pigs.

I spent the whole class writing short poems, all of them depressing. When twenty minutes of class was left Mrs. Fletcher clapped, making us all look up.

"Alright, first to share is Alex," she announced, sitting back down at her desk.

All of the girls were swooning as Alex read, and even though I didn't even know him, I knew my next door neighbor was a man whore. He read a sappy love poem, and the room was filled with clapping when he finished.

"Lexi, you can go now," Mrs. Fletcher said.

I got up, cleared my throat, and said, "it's called Alone:

"A clam rest,

half buried

Under the sand

Forgotten

Only to soon be swallowed by water

And stone

Taken to the depths

Where it is finally

Accepted"

I sat back down and everyone gave me really weird looks, and I knew what they were thinking, that I was emo. Which I kinda was.

The rest of the class passed by quickly, but all of the poems were to happy for me. The bell rang and I was the last one out of the classroom, trudging down the stairs into the cafeteria.

I sat alone, eating quickly that way I could finish the rest of my homework.

The last bell of school rang a hour later and I sprinted out of the school, starting my walk home, alone.

When I got to my house it was empty, like my parents promised, so I turned on MTV and waited for them to get home.

~!~

My parents came home around 6 PM with news that our next door neighbors would be coming over for dinner. I tried to stifle a groan and ran up to my room, sulking in my own way.

I entered my bathroom and got into the shower, grabbing my razor. I didn't cut deeply, but enough to make the blood gush.

"Lexi, they're here!" My mom called.

I quickly got out of the shower and washed the blood off of my arm, then I put on a hoodie that covered my wrists and I headed downstairs to meet my new neighbors.

Did I shock you? Let me know what you think!

I, in no way advise cutting. But if you do cut, no offense!

I do not own that poem, I found it on this website, .?poem=21187

Disclaimer: I do not own All Time Low or any other name brand I use in this story

Review!