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I Shouldn't Be Alive

Chapter 1

An annoying sound fills my ears as I grunt in annoyance. Scrunching up my nose and slowly opening my eyes, I slam my hand down onto the alarm clock and yawn silently.

Sighing in aggravation, I get up and lazily drag myself to the bathroom down the hall. With me is a towel and an outfit for the day. Today I decided on taking a shower.

After a warm shower, I ran at top speeds in my towel to my bedroom to get dressed. For today I chose to wear an oversized black shirt with the words, "I don't care," printed fully on the front.

Jeans ripped at the knee caps and Nikes complete my look. Grabbing my camo backpack, I check the mirror fast to see if I look okay.

Brown, sleek hair clumsily hangs over a furrowed, gloomy face. Round brown eyes, set wickedly within their sockets, watch watchfully over New Jersey, a state I've come to love.
Smooth skin graciously compliments my eyes and hair, with a scar across my nose. It leaves a bad memory of my reckless misfortune.

I slow my steps not to arouse my step-father from his slumber. I mentally cheer as his snores fill the air.

Starting the walk down the road, I look at the barren lawns. All the grass has shriveled and died, turning into a pale yellow. The cold wind blows around me as I shiver, the fall weather has begun.

The trees were once lush and overgrown with green leaves, have now been gripped by the cold as some of the leaves have shriveled and died, fallen to the cold ground.

Once at school I realize the time is early so I get to hang around the schoolyard. I sigh happily and sit under a little willow tree beside the school entrance.

Pulling out a novel, I get engrossed in it until the loud ring of the bell signals me from my book. Huffing, I reluctantly get up and walk.

It's the early bell, so I don't really have anything to do for about ten minutes or so. I just stand by my locker, but there are bullying incidents that happens during this time.

Haley walks down the hall with her closest friends causing a scene. Everyone's eyes widen when they pass and you can hear the greetings and compliments swarming in the air wherever they went. To everyone else, they are sweet, social butterflies. But to me, they are hateful souls who make fun of me being mute. They don't even know me.

I haven't talked since the crash, where I lost my mom. Since then, I've gone mute. I was adopted by some guy who's now my step dad. My real dad left my mom when I was born. Lucky me.

"Hey mute!" Exclaims Haley as her friends snicker behind her. Haley is that beautiful blonde that half of my schools drools over. She has those bright blue eyes and perfect shape. She has those chubby cheeks that are not considered fat, but cute and exposing her dimples more.

For Haley' s attire, it consists of pale blue high waisted Jean shorts and a pink crop top. White sunglasses with gold glass lazily lay on her head. Her hair is just tossed to the side, her having made no effort but having perfect hair. Peach lipstick stained her lips and beautiful light black and white shimmer eye shadow cake her eyelids. The final touch were her white vans, the only school appropriate piece of clothing on her body.

"Gonna stand up for yourself loser?" She sneers and pushes me into the lockers.

I shake my head in reply, causing her to flip out. "Little mute! Just open your little trap!" She screeches. To be completely honest, I knew she only wanted me to talk so I'll get something I said put against me.

I sigh, because no matter how hard she tries, I'm not going to talk to her. She gives me an angry glare as I stand my ground. A loud noise of her hand impacted into my cheek reverberated through the halls. Stumbling slightly, I hold onto my cheek as I stare wide eyed at her.

She laughs a high pitched, obnoxious laugh as I cringe. Her friends follow her in silence as she walks away from me. Holding my bruised cheek, I quietly retreat to class.