It's a me, Stele. Back with another chapter, in the same day! As always I own nothing except my OC.

Allison

Unlike her classmates Allison didn't wake up to the clattering of pots or the twittering of birds. She didn't wake up at all as she had been awake all night, thanks to small shots of vodka and liberal amounts of whatever sugar she could find in the kitchen. The house was silent as it always was, you would think the house was abandoned if you didn't see the occasional light flash on or a curtain twitch.

Looking in a nearby mirror she assessed the damage of her night without sleep, the circles around her eyes where slightly darker and her cheeks strangely hollowed. Nothing some black eyeliner couldn't fix.

Allison looked around her shadow soaked room, she could just make out the bed in the corner and her bathroom door. Moving back to draw the curtain, she hesitated. Drawing the curtains meant she had to get up, getting up meant leaving the room and leaving the room meant facing the silence. The endless, silence which pressed against the eardrum and gave the illusion of hearing a dull ringing sound which was really just your own blood rushing around your skull.

Not one to wallow in self pity she yanked the curtain back, sunlight spill into the room, highlighting the unkept bed, empty sugar packets and some shot glasses. Just on the very slight off chance her parents wandered into her room, she kept the vodka safely stowed away.

Glancing back in her mirror she adjusted her dark clothes, rubbed more eyeliner on to disguise the dark circles and grabbed her bag. Checking through it for all the necessities before digging under her bed for some extra sherbets, before shuffling toward the door.

Ame

After waiting outside the school doors for 2 hours or maybe only half an hour a janitor took pity on her and let her in early. He introduced himself as Carl, as he escorted her through the halls after she admitted she had no idea where the library was.

'So... Who would you be then? I don't remember seeing you around the halls..' Carl said, trying to make conversation.

Grudgingly Ame mumbled her name and something about 'not being here much' and having 'other stuff to do.'

'Well Vernon and the school office obviously don't agree with you!' He chuckles at his own joke, 'Not to be rude but, why wouldn't you have an interest in school, nice girl like you..?'

That shocked her slightly, 'nice girl'... from the outside no one she had the unassuming look of any other teenage girl her age, minus the fancy jewellery or costly clothing. Ame knew where this conversation was heading, it started with one question and then another, and another, until it snowballed into the person trying to figure out her life story. She was not about to go down that road again,

'Look Carl, I'm just here to serve my detention and leave this hellhole, OK?' She felt almost bad, he had only been nice to her. Quickly she shut down her guilt, nice people asked questions and questions lead to pity and that was the last thing she needed any more of.

Carl looked slightly shocked but he was used to dealing with teenagers and there see-saw emotions and raging hormones,

'This is your stop.' He grinned at her, 'Well Miss Ame, even if school is a waste of time to you don't forget to say 'hi' when every you make it in.'

Turning around to leave, he looked over his should before saying offhandedly 'It's not all bad, y'know?'

She wondered what he meant from that comment, because from what she'd seen of life so far it was pretty shit.

Wandering into the library she was surprised at such a nice room being in such a shitty school. Except for the weird statue in the middle, it was almost comfortable. And it was warm. She huddled further into her parker and pulled her stockings up to her knees.

Selecting a seat on the left, in the very back row she pulled out her Walkman and headphones. Absentmindedly picking out some songs, before kicking back and closing her eyes.

How was it? I've kinda left a description of Ame and what she is wearing out as I felt the reader could form their own image of her based on her attitude and thoughts, I may describe her in some more detail a bit later on. R&R people, till the next chapter, Stele