Hey. The first chapter. Joy! Thanks- Jessica

Chapter One: Daily Routine

I woke up at the sound of my alarm clock. Its annoying buzz is hard to ignore. I went through my early morning routine, brush my teeth, my hair, and then go for a two mile jog. Get back home, eat breakfast, shower, fix my hair, grab my stuff, and go to school. This usually takes an hour from 5:00 in the morning. I had to be in school by 6:30 this morning, as it was an early day, and I had art that I needed to attend to. As a junior in high school, life is pretty simple. Go to my literature class, choir, track, art, and then go home. Everything else was done. I took courses over the summer. I wanted to graduate with high honors, because if I don't get that, I will be stuck working at McDonalds for the rest of my life. My family is poor. My mom says under budget, but why hide the truth? As I pull into school, my life changes. I go from tired little person to a hyper full of life person. It's not that I have two personalities. I just don't want people to know how much sleep I really get, and how many troubles I keep. To tell you the truth, no one really does know. I have no one best friend; I just hang out with too many people. I lied, I have one best friend, but she comes down very little. She lives in Florida right now, her dad and their business didn't do too well here. I miss her so much. So, without her to lean on, I undergo much stress. I have no one to vent through. If I did, they would leave me, thinking I was weird, or spread my problems around the school. These are my two greatest fears, so I trust no one. Until I met Inuyasha. But this is for another time. As I walk through the halls, searching for the art room, I start thinking. What would happen if I just left? If I took my stuff with me, and left the country? No more time to think, I have arrived at my destination. Today, for the art club, I am to build a poster. This poster is to be for the great and mighty award ceremony. I am to paint on the wonderful poster board a powerful and mighty eagle. This is joy for me. I would have to concentrate, putting my attention on my art, rather than my troubles. Then again, isn't all life art? Don't we paint our paths with beauty or despair? No more time to ponder, the teacher's anger is rising.