up!" My dad shouted as he angrily pulled the white blankets off
my cold body. "You're going to be late for school."
"Okay, I'm up"
I groaned as I pulled myself up and placed my feet on the warm
When I looked
up to ask him the time, I wasn't surprised to find that he was
already walking out my bedroom door. And even though he would
leave the house after I did, I knew I wouldn't hear another word
from him this morning.
around my closet as I looked for the right outfit. Today would be
special and I wanted to look just right. Last night as Ilay in
bed, staring into the darkness,Igained the courage to say the
three words I have kept to myself for months.
I found a
black and grey skin tight top and slipped it on over my head, put
on my favourite skinny jeans and headed towards the washroom. I
walked in and opened the blue curtains, allowing the warm light
of the morning sun to brighten the room. I turned the tap and
watched as the water flowed down the drain. Finally, I decided to
fill my hands with the cold water and washed my face. As soon as
the water met my eyes I was fully awake. I quickly brushed my
teeth, grabbed my leather jacket, slipped on my Manolo's and
rushed out the door.
a typical Friday morning at school as I walked down the long
halls of NightingaleAcademy.
"Naomi, wait up!" Lauren shouted as she walked
towards me, surprisingly her usual posse was no where to be
and I were the most popular girls at school, and even though we
are best friends and I love her, we're two complete different
people. You see Lauren loves the attention, the popularity, the
fact that when we walk in a room everyone looks. But I on the
other hand, hate it. Everyone thinks they know who I am, when
really they don't have a clue.
outside you see a beautiful brunette, wavy hair, grey-blue eyes
and skin with a tan that appears as though I spend all of my
free time at the beach. The expression I wear on my face causes
people to believe I think I'm better than everyone else, when
really I'm just trying to picture my life as the people on the
outside. Trying to figure out if I would be one of the many
girls who wish I had what I do, or if I would have been
perfectly happy as an outsider.
"Morning, Sullivan" I hate it when she calls
me by my last name, but I'm too tired to argue right now.
"Morning" I moaned.
you walk faster? We're going to be late!" She complained.
is one of the most obnoxious, self absorbed, bossy people I
know. I hate that about her, I hate the fact that she thinks
the world revolves around her. But the truth is, it does. And
you can't blame her for owning up to it. I just sometimes wish
she wouldn't act that way towards me. We've been best friends
for as long as I can remember, and the one thing I know is that
she wasn't always this way.
Ventura used to be a sad little girl who constantly mourned
upon the fact that she didn't have a mother. And because of
that she didn't have many friends, her depression pushed people
away. But I guess I was always different, because her
depression is what pulled me in. I was the only one who
understood her, knew what she was going through better than
anyone, because you see, I too have lived my life without
knowing what its like to have a mother to share it with. We
would spend hours talking about what it would be like to have a
mom to tuck you in at night, read you bedtime stories and kiss
you goodnight. To have a mom who kissed the pain away and made
you smile when it felt as though it were impossible.
don't even have first together" I complained, as I rolled my
eyes because I knew exactly what she was going to say
your point is? You don't expect me to walk to class alone do