chapter 1 pt.2 Fiona's pov

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"Ugh..."

Fiona took her hand off her alarm clock and buried herself in her covers once more.

Five minutes later.....

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"Ugh, FINE!! I'm up, I'm UP." The fourteen year old groaned and tumbled out of her warm sheets.

"Fia, breakfast!" Her mother's voice echoed from down the hallway.

"Coming, Mom!! Ugh...."

Waking at 6am for school was never something that Fiona Taylor ever had to worry about, since she was coming from being home schooled since first grade. Hence, waking up early was never her strong suit. Fiona looked around her room groggily. The morning sun streaming through her window gave the dusty rose colored walls a warm orange glow, reflecting off of her mirror onto her face.

"Ow." She was too lazy to move, however.

"Fia," She turned around to face her mother, who had poked her head around the door. "I put your uniform in the closet for you last night before I went to bed. When you're done cleaning up, come down for breakfast." Fiona nodded. "Okay, Mom." Her mother smiled and left for the kitchen. Fiona sighed and opened her closet door, sweeping her tired gaze over her mostly gray, blue, and black wardrobe. Right in the middle, her mother had placed her school uniform. It consisted of a knee high burgundy and teal skirt, a beige button up shirt, and a burgundy blazer. Fiona winced at the skirt. 'Thank goodness my mom let me get stockings,' She thought. She dragged her toiletries and clothing into the bathroom and did her daily morning routine.

30 mins later.....

Fiona frowned at her appearance, turning this way and that in the mirror. If her self confidence hadn't been deteriorating since fourth grade, she would have been able to look past all the tiny details that only she could see. She sighed again, brushed her bangs out of her brown eyes and trudged down the hallway.

After breakfast.....

"Here, Sweetheart, I made you lunch today because I KNOW how TERRIBLE school lunches are." Her mother smiled, handing her a dark blue lunchbox. Fiona opened it and stared down at the contents, then back at her mom. "Mom, this is Sooubway. You didn't make me anything." Her mom laughed awkwardly and closed it again. "Well, yeah, but I know you like Sooubway." Fiona rolled her eyes with a smile. "Thanks anyway, Mom. But I have to go if I don't want to miss the bus, so..." She gave her mother a tight hug. "I love you, Mom, have a good day at work." Her mother smiled and hugged her back. "I love you, too, sweetie. I'm sorry." Fiona smiled and left the house.

At the bus stop....

Fiona stood at the stop sign of the side street across from her house, shaking with anxiety. She was so scared. 'If only Dad hadn't been fired...' Fiona's father had been fired by a narcissistic employer from a well paying job, and ever since then, he had been forced to work at Wool-Mart, earning next to nothing. So, since all her brothers were out of school, her mother took her out of home school to put her in a cheaper private school, enabling her to get a job. Fiona didn't blame her parents for what happened to them, but she was scared nevertheless. Her shaking only worsened as the bus pulled into her street.

A few minutes later...

And.... now the yellow monster was right in front of her. The narrow doors opened for her and she stepped up into the vehicle. Fiona froze for a second, her imaginary crowd syndrome kicking in, making her feel like everyone was watching her. In reality, there were only a few kids who had noticed the presence of a 'new girl.' She finally managed to move her feet and began to move through the aisle once more. The voices in the bus were deafening, as kids had to scream over other kids to be heard. This noise disoriented Fiona, so much so that she almost didn't notice when a girl bumped into her. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Crystal," The girl apologized, smiling. Fiona blinked for a second before smiling shyly. "Oh, you're okay... I'm Fiona," Fiona reached out and shook the other girl's outstretched hand. "Wanna be friends?" Crystal asked hopefully, beaming. Fiona hesitated. This girl's tanned, smiling face was all too familiar. "Didn't I meet you somewhere...?" She asked. Crystal squinted in concentration, as if trying to remember something. She then shook her head. "No, I don't think so."

"Huh... well, I met a boy who looked a lot like you when I was ten..."

Crystal shrugged and smiled again. "Well, wanna be friends?"

Fiona smiled.

"Sure."

to be continued...