Chapter 01
Braylin
I sat, staring at the clock. Time passed slowly. I closed my eyes, wishing for sleep to envelope me. It didn't work. I opened my eyes again and sighed.
It was currently almost two in the morning. I had school in five hours. No way was I going to sleep. I sat up and groaned in frustration. Why can't I just sleep?
Insomnia was a pain in the ass. I shoved the covers off of me, and put on my Vans and a hoodie, and left my room.
Rushing down the steps quietly, I slid outside and through our backyard, headed for the drug store to hide out. The 24/7 store was a great place to hide out in, with things I could look at for hours on end and workers who didn't care how long you stayed.
Once I arrived, the door opened with a little jingle of the bells attached to the door, and my close friend, Cole, waved at me from behind the counter.
"What's up, Braylin?" He asked, and I leaned against the counter.
"Nothing really. Can't sleep so I snuck out. Got any food?" I answered him, and he chuckled and pulled out a bag of snacks. I snatched up the energy drink and M&M's quickly.
"That's shit. When do you start school?"
"Seven. I'm fucked. I might just skip. Honestly, it's not like my parents even care." I muttered. Cole looked at me sadly.
"When are you just going to leave? You're basically surviving off of nothing at this point."
"I don't know. If it gets too bad I might just leave. I have my car. I can survive in it. Plus I have my job, I can save up for an apartment."
"Or, you could just stay with me. I have a nice flat we can roomie in." He suggested, and I laughed.
"I couldn't do that. I don't want to be a bother to you."
"You wouldn't. It's a three bedroom. I have another roomie too. He's chill."
"I don't know.."
"Just think about it, okay? If you want to, message me, and I'll help you move your stuff over. It'll be cool having another roomate. Chance is a little.. boring." Cole muttered, and looked at me sheepishly, like he was embarassed he said that.
"Okay. I'll think it over," I decided. Cole nodded approvingly, and changed the subject.
Chance
I heard the loud bang of the flats door slamming open, and Cole's excited voice. "Yo, bro we might have a new roomate!"
"What do you mean?" I asked, interested now.
"There's this senior that comes over to the drug store like every single night, from like two to three in the morning, and she's been needing to leave her house. Shitty place, from what I've heard."
"Damn. So she's what, 17? 18?"
"19 actually. Started school late, or something like that. She ain't a bad kid. Real nice, but she definitely has plans."
"What's the home issue?" I asked, passing him a ciggarette.
"Parents are too gone to care for her. She's pretty independant. Great student too. All A's."
"And.. how long have you known her?" I asked. He was starting to sound like a stalker.
"Like half a year, maybe more? I don't know. Just a while, I guess. Enough she trusts me enough to talk about home issues." Cole said, dropping onto the couch and grabbing the remote to the flat screen.
"Cool, okay. Well I don't really care who roomies with us, as long as she isn't a bitch. I have to get to class now, I'll see you later." I said my goodbyes to him and left to take the public transit to the community college I went to.
The bus was more packed then usual, mostly teens and people that go to college. I settled in the far back of the bus, putting my earbuds in and turning my music up to full volume.
Braylin
Cole's offer consumed me. I didn't know what was the better idea. Living in my car and then buying an apartment or just rooming with him and his friend. The latter was a really good idea, but I didn't want to seem like a bother.
"Braylin!" My teacher said, slamming a book on my desk. I jolted up, and saw Mr. Winchester glaring down at me. "My class is not meant for sleeping, it is meant for learning this worlds history. Now if you don't mind, what was I talking about this past hour?"
"You were talking about the wars and how they affected us now. How they shaped many peoples lives and futures. How some soldiers managed to have a family and live their lives, and other weren't as lucky," I muttered, hearing many of the girls giggling under their breath, and multiple guys staring at me with judgement.
"Uhm. Correct. Class dismissed," he said, and everybody packed and left as fast as possible.
I followed them, heading to the front to find my car. I spotted it almost immediately. A beat-up truck with big 'ol tires. And then I noticed the paint.
Slut and whore were spray painted on it with an ugly grey color. I closed my eyes and counted.
10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
And took a deep breath as I calmed down. I hate highschool.
I got in my truck, grabbed the nearest thing of paint I could find and jumped out. I headed for Queen Bee's car. A pretty pink color with an open top. No one was around it.
I opened the can and started pouring it.
On the hood, on the trunk. The windowsheild. In the driver seat. All over the car until it was empty, and then I ran back to my truck and drove away, just as she came out and saw the car and screamed in horror. Take that.
Authors note: I will post descriptions and aesthetics of the characters soon!
