Chapter 1

Ever feel like you're just on earth to remain as nothingness for all eternity? If you have, welcome to my life. I roam Lariale Secondary School's halls each day just thinking that same thought in my head. My name is Tamyra Bagley. I'm no one special, never will be. I will not be remembered, and when I die my name will be forgotten. My mother died when I was a mere 10 year-old, 5 years ago. My fathers name is Logan, not one of the people you would like to spend your whole life with. But yet, I manage to wake up each morning just to see him for 2 minutes before he heads out to his depressing job. I'm not exactly sure what he does for a living, and quite frankly I really don't care. I never had liked my father much.

At 7:30AM the alarm clock goes off indicating I must drag myself out of bed and put on those ugly clothes, and go to school. I hate school, much like any other student attending Lariale Secondary School. But, I hate it for a whole entire different reason than the other students. They hate it because of the excessive work, which I don't mind, it keeps me busy. I hate it because high school just seems to be a joke to me. Do well; Get a good job, sure. But most girls and boys go there just to show off there new shoes, or some superficial symbol of popularity .Which bothers me. In some way, I don't know why. I'm no nerd, I'm no cheerleader, I'm one of those innocent bystanders just waiting to get out of this hellhole. My adventure never raises, ends, or even begins for that matter.

Chapter 2

As I slowly walk down the halls to my locker, I notice an array of girls and boys smiling and I just think to myself "why am I not like that?". I soon forget that thought and move on with my day. I enter my 1st class. Which is English. I notice that Ms.Baswanoe seems to be absent from the classroom and instead I find a petite African woman. I sit down thinking that our new substitute is going to be a fun toy for the next hour and thirty minutes. I open up my binder. Shit, I forgot to do my homework. What a glorious day for Tamyra Bagley. As is every other waking day of her life. As the new teacher rights out her name on the blackboard, ever so neatly (like ALL substitute teachers do) I quickly scramble trying to get my unfinished homework done. As I look up to check if the coast is clear, the teacher begins talking.
"My name is Mrs. Woods"
"Thank God" I silently utter under my breath. Relieved that she did not in fact, realize my homework is unfinished.
"I suppose you all have your homework on Shakespeare done" She says in her teacher voice.
"Shakespeare? What? I thought we were on punctuation usage! I had skipped that class, not fair!" I mean to say that silently but found myself talking at the top of my lungs. I look up to find Mrs. Woods eyes directly in focused on me.
"I'm guessing your homework is incomplete," Mrs. Woods says.
"I'm sorry, I'm almost done" I interrupt.
"And it looks like you've been skipping too! I'm phoning home to your parents immediately"
"Go ahead, my dad's never home anyway"
"Then I will phone your mother"
I don't know why, but immediately I ran out of the classroom crying, just even thinking of my mothers death saddens me. My family is mysterious, I don't know how my mother died, and either does the Police. No one really does but all I know is that she was the closest to a person I have ever been, and it's depressing that she is gone.

I skip the rest of the remaining class. I leave to… I don't know where yet. I guess I don't know a lot of stuff.