BRIIIINNNGGGG! I wake to the sound of my alarm. Two hours of sleep. How fun.

I get up and start getting ready. I take a quick shower and wrap some gauze around my cuts. I decide to wear a Nirvana t-shirt and some skinny jeans with my high-tops.

I quickly do my makeup and gather my things. I walk downstairs and say my goodbyes to my mother. I then get on my coat and drag myself onto the bus.

The bus ride to school seems painfully long today, made better only by my music. I walk into the school and see Arlo waiting in his usual spot.

"Someone seems awfully tired and crabby today," he ploys.

"I had a bad night," I reply curtly.

"What happened?" Only now does he seem concerned.

"I'd rather not talk about it right now."

"Come on, Gwennie, please."

"No, Arlo. Don't push it."

"Okay," he answers sadly.

The rest of the walk to my locker is silent. I open up my locker and put my bag in there. I grab the few things that I need for art and close my locker. Arlo and I start walking down to the art room.

The walk there is silent, too. I walk in, Arlo trailing behind me. With my head down, I walk to my desk.

"Good morning, Miss Rogers," my art teacher chirps.

"Morning," I say back, solemnly.

With that Arlo and I walk back out of the room. We start our way to Arlo's locker since he forgot his notebook for his first hour class. The walk there is silent, like all of the others this morning.

"So," Arlo starts.

"So?" I question, confused on where he's going with this.

"What happened last night?" he asks, a worried look on his face.

"Oh, it's nothing," I trail off.

"It's definitely something, Gwennie."

"Didn't I already say that I didn't want to talk about it?" I snap.

"Okay, okay. No need to get so upset over it. Just know that you can tell me anything."

Now I'm just on the verge of tears. The five minute bell rings, and I scurry off to class before Arlo can say anything else.

As I'm dashing to class I bump into someone. I look at him, and I recognize him from my physics class. I think his name is Roland.

"Oops, sorry," he apologizes.

"It's fine," I mutter and quickly walk around him and to class so that I can't make an even bigger fool of myself.

I walk into art, head down. Once I take a seat I just lay my head on my desk and start crying. Nothing is going right. I'm falling to pieces.

Author's Note ~

Hello! I hope you guys are enjoying the story! I know I am. I was kind of losing interest in this story, but then I started getting ideas again. I have a plan. Stay tuned and stick around to see what it is. Love you guys. :)