Chapter 1 ---- I start the day ---- It started off as a normal day. I got off my bed, put on my fuzzy slippers, and peered at myself in the mirror. Like knowing what I looked like would matter after today. My hair was uncombed, brown and scraggly after the night, my shirt hanging low, and I looked just about ready to punch someone. I sighed, and searched through my drawer for something to wear. I found my bright crimson sweater, and my dark green t-shirt. I also found the jeans with the 'ripped' hole in them that my mother forced me to buy. I yanked it all on, combed my shoulder-length hair, and got ready to be forever mentally tortured at school. Grabbing my backpack, I practically fell down the stairs and into the kitchen. Not like getting a concussion would be all bad, but I had to get to school. I had to meet Fern. Who was that? My best friend. Duh. Or she might not be, after a week or so. Anyway, We had to discuss how we were going to set up for our solo. We are in a band called, Eclipse, and me and Fern had gotten the solo. I play piano and she does drums, so we are both really important. Or not. I don't really know. So yeah, that's a big deal. I sped past the kitchen knowing my father was there, not daring to turn around and say 'Hello'. I would never do that. Not like he would care if I said it or not. He never had cared about me. Or my mother. Or in fact that sometimes I put lemon juice on his sneakers. The only thing he ever cared about was his phone. Or what was on it. He never let me see it. Ever. Slipping on my Crocs, I marched out the front door without a moment's glance. I thought maybe, just maybe, today wouldn't be a total disaster. But I was so wrong. ---- END OF CHAPTER 1 ----
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