Chapter Five:
Dear Diary,
Oh my God! I have such a headache..Last night was the third time I snuffed Cocaine with Bri...It's not a bad a I thought it would be..I actually feel relieved of all of my problems while I'm'm high on the shit..Even though it might be physically and emotionally hurtful..And it might damage my brain or heart..I really don't know what I'm thinking..I don't even know if I am thinking anymore.
See, this whole drug thing is really screwing up my mind...My angel issay: "Stop, Tink before its two late", on the other hand my devil is saying: "Screw it into the ground, Babe..Drugs are you're new friend. Suck it up..Deal with the facts"...It's getting really annoying. I tell myself every night before I fall asleep to not take anything the next day, but I never listen to myself..It's like a movie rewinding in my mind, going from one place to another then back again.
Today is my first day at a school since my parents died...It's still really hard to deal with the deaths of the two most important people in my life..But, I think the drugs are clearing my mind of everything..Anyway's, Miriam and Adam cannot afford for us to go to Horace Green anymore..So, we're now o going to Middlebrow Elementary and High School..It sounds really sucky, I know..But, at least I get to with Brianna..She helped me changed my style from: Secretary type to punk/Goth rocker...From now on I am only going to wear the colors: black, red, pink, purple and blue..I will also wear: spike, gothic jewelry and whatnot..I am not going to be the same Summer Jane Hathaway.
Brianna told me about twenty minutes ago that Billy is really looking forward to seeing me...I don't know about it though..I mean, when did the fashion-loving, almost gay Billy Falduto turn into a bad-ass, druggie? Time can really take it's toll.
The only thing that really suck so far at Miriam's's home is this...She will not let me speak to anyone from the band! She took away my cellphone and laptop...She say I need to forget the past and get on with the future..Screw that, I am going to find away to communicate with my friends..Even if it means I have to get a two-way..Well, I guess I'll'l write later..I have to get to school...
Long Live Rock 'n' Roll
Summer xoxo
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Summer slowly walked downstairs to the smell of breakfast, but not thesame smell she was use too...It wasn't freshly squeezed orange juice and french toast..She smelled coffee and blueberry pancakes, it was good..But, wasn't like home.
Summer sat on a wooden barstool, over a ceramic countertop. Brianna wasstaring absentmindedly at the wall in front of her, Summer knew that this was a effect of the drugs she took before everyone woke up..She did it every morning and every night..Summer tapped her on the shoulder, which was a suspire to her cousin..Because she jumped out ofthe chair, hitting her head on the countertop.
"Damn it! Tell me before you do something like that to me, Sum" Brianna said, angrily
"Sorry, Bri..I just wanted to know if we're getting a ride to school" Summer said
"Yeah...The bus" Brianna said, getting back into her seat
"The bus..Oh, yeah..Should have know" Summer said, sighing
"Haven't you ever rode on any other mechanically engineered machine than a car, limo and plane?" Brianna asked, sarcastically
"I've rode a bus before..On the way to the 'Battle of the Bands' with my old b-..." Summer said, being cut off
"No talking of the past, Summer dear" Miriam said, stirring some pancake mix
"Sorry, Miriam" Summer said, quietly
"You two should get going..The bus is here" Miriam said
"Okay, Bye mommy" Brianna said, kissing her mother's cheek
"Bye, baby" Miriam said
"Bye" Summer muttered
As Miriam said the bus arrived in front of the home right when they went outside...It was a very cold day, the sun was not shining and snow laid in a thick blanket over the dead grass. Summer cautiously gotonto the bus to hear whistles, she looked behind her at Brianna to seeguys slapping her behind and looking up her mini-skirt.."I guess she's got a reputation" Summer thought, rolling her eyes. Brianna sat in a seat near the back of the bus, Summer sat in the same seat around her looking for Billy.
"Sum, look behind you" Brianna said
Summer turned her head to see Billy..Or what looked like Billy. He had totally changed, his hair which was usually dark brown was now dyed midnight black..He had about four piercing's in each ear, his skin was pale and sickly looking. Summer smiled widely at the sight of her old
friend..On the inside she was worried for him, because of the he looked didn't seem healthy at all.
"Hey, Billy" Summer said
"Long time no see, Tinkerbelle" Billy said, Summer laughed at her old nickname
"How have you been?" Summer asked
"Pretty good...I see you've changed your style" Billy said
"I guess I have" Summer said, dully
"It's hot" Billy said, licking his lips
"Um..Okay" Summer said, rolling her eyes
"No, seriously...You should hang out with us after school" Billy said
"I don't really know..I have a lot of work to do and all" Summer said
"Whatever" Billy said
Summer turned around and faced the front of the bus, she stayed like this for the rest of the ride to her new school...Going to a public school was going to be very strange. Summer knew it would be, now she could wear almost anything she wanted to wear..Not the same uniform five days a week. The school was very new looking, the outside was painted bluish-grey and had a window about every ten inches..When getting into the school, Summer got weird looks along with her cousin,Billy and their other friends. She ignored it, these were almost the same exact glances she got before fifth grade at Horace Green..The ones of curiosity, she knew the only reason they were staring is because how they dressed and how their make-up and hair was done...Summer hated her new style and wanted to change back to her old self, but knew she couldn't...It was almost like Brianna was making her be like this..She didn't like it either.
"Get to your class..No use in missing the first one of your school
year here" Brianna said, walking off
"Bri! I don't know where English is" Summer yelled
"I do..I have it with you, come on" Billy said
Summer listen to the boy and followed him. Since she already had been to the school once, for a tour of the building, Summer knew where her locker was and dropped her bag off on the way to class. When they arrived into the classroom, they got the same exact glances..Everyone remained quiet though, there was no teasing or laughing..It was just pure, creepy silence..Summer didn't know why, but she knew it was because of Billy..They sat in the farthest seat in the classroom, waiting for the teacher to start her lesson.
"Class..We have a new student. Summer Hathaway..Please stand up, Summer" The teacher said
Summer reluctantly stood up, looking down at her feet nervously. The class stared at her with interest, but before anyone could say anythingSummer sat back down.
"Okay, then..Let's get back to our discussion on William Shakespeare" The teacher said
Summer was intrigued by the lesson, but her thinking was stopped when she felt something hit her arm. She looked down to see a folded piece of paper with the words "To Summer, From Billy" on the front. Summer slowly opened the note and read it quickly.
After school...You, me..The park
Summer eyed Billy before quickly writing back to him..She was confused about it, what did he actually mean by what he had wrote? Summer was about to find out.
Huh? What are you babbling about?
Summer threw the note at Billy, who caught it with his right hand. Before Summer could start thinking about English again, another note landed on the desk.
You know
That's all it said..But, Summer realized what he meant..She looked at him, feeling sick to her stomach and went back to listening to her teacher...How did Billy think she would just do anything like that? It was very gross to Summer and she was planning on ignoring him that day.
When class was over, Summer avoided Billy, staring at her feet the whole way to her locker. When she arrived at locker "225", Summer sat her books carefully onto the metal surface, grabbing her math book. Summer suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder, she jumped around to see a girl with curly red hair and sparkling green eyes..She smiled brightly at Summer.
"Hello, I'm Isabella Johnson..This is your first day, I presume" Isabella said
"I guess it is" Summer said
"Where did you move from?" Isabella asked
"The other end of town...I use to go to Horace Green" Summer said, steering away from the subject of why she didn't go there any longer
"Oh, okay..Is your next class math?" Isabella asked
"Yeah" Summer said
"I have math, too..I'll walk with you there..So, are you friends with Billy?" Isabella asked
"We use to be friends..He went to Horace Green also..But, started going here back on eighth grade..He was the fashion designer in my old back 'School of Rock'..He's changed a lot since then" Summer said
"I've heard of that band..Anyway's, if you don't want to turn into a total and complete drug addict..Don't hang out with him" Isabella said
"You're right" Summer said
"Well, let's get to class" Isabella said, Summer nodded