Chapter 1
'Ugh!' That awful sound in the morning, again. Leslie tossed and turned under the covers for a few more minutes before giving up and getting up from the bed. The second alarm rounds are always the worst.
It's about time she got rid of the junk on her bedside table and got a new one, probably green or should it be blue? She shook her head to get a grip. Most people can't think when they get up but Leslie can, useless ones to be specific. Who cares about the color of their alarm clock?
She threw her legs over the bed and stood up, stretching and yawning lazily, then scratching the side of her neck.
What was the time again?
'Shit!' Leslie's eyes widened a fraction when she saw the time, she was late. Quickly, she hopped into the shower with half her pajamas on and hopped back out a minute later. Half dried, she sprayed the remaining of her body mist everywhere, she'll just have to skip breakfast in the kitchen then. Call it casualties of time management.
All dressed up but still late, she dashed out of her room with a pair of shoes. When she got to the living room and finally looked at her dress and shoes she groaned for the second time of the day. She took the wrong shoes, the one in her hand was her favorite pair and she doesn't wear them casually, they matched her strawberry blond hair perfectly and everyone else says so too.
She doesn't dare go back and change it, does she? Looking back at the stairs then the wall clock, nope, no can't do. She whined and put them on reluctantly.
Her mother and older sister were in the kitchen when she ran past it and called out ‘Bye, Kelly. Love you Mom. You didn't wake me up!’
She was out before she heard the reply she knew was coming. 'You should be responsible—and the rest that came with the lecture.'
Racing across the lawn and down the road, she spotted a few neighbors in front rushing along like her. Maybe she could catch up with—
A guy with a bike and a helmet interrupted her thoughts when he almost ran her over. Anthony lived a few blocks away and she has had a confrontation with him because of his reckless driving that he did like now.
What am I? Road kill?
'Come on! You could have killed somebody.' The rider didn't even bother to turn her way and revved the engine instead.
What a prick.
She huffed, and slowed down a little. High school is at its peak, it's her last year and so far it's been mediocre for her. There haven't been any impactful events for her, it was boring to Leslie. When she first entered highschool she had fantasies about leaving a long memory behind for all, and she will be popular at something but when she arrived and saw the competition she really lost faith.
Where's the action? The drama? My tears of past summer youth?!
Leslie could be dramatic, to put it lightly.
She often had amusing thoughts about doing something that'll make her mother cry if she heard, like smoking the suspicious stuff that had circulated in school recently. Just three days ago news went round about three people who have been sent to an asylum because of the new crash that hit town and her mom was frantic about it. But Leslie had her doubts.
Please, crash has only been around for two weeks at most.
She smiled as her thoughts turned apocalyptic. How about wasting potential and letting life take a quick turn and very likely plummet and crash terribly? Live in her mothers basement and feed on so much cheese, her heart puts a stop to its misery.
Whatever it is, she doubts she can beat the record of getting stabbed and dying in an ongoing classroom. The classroom had now been abandoned because the murderer was not found and there were rumours of the victims ghost hunting the place, absolutely legendary.
Maybe if I get tired of life I'll make sure to jump the balcony in day time, might as well change the trajectory of others lives while I'm taking mine.
Leslie laughed at the ridiculous thought, amusing herself on her walk, of five hundred students with an average of fifteen suicides per year she wouldn't be the first at it anyway.
