I'll Give Anything To Have You Back - Part 1

Serenity is beginning a new school by herself and her BFFL Natalie in a new school and home...when she gets there she makes enemies and some friends but when a special someone comes back will her life change? Tell me what you think...remember this is my first time and this is only the intro...more will come Pic is of Serenity.
"Ugggghhhh" I complained as my alarm clock blared. It said 5:25 am. Time for me to get ready for school.

I got out the bed and made my way towards the bathroom. I used toilet, flushed, and washed my hands. After I was done I started the shower and hopped in. It was nice, refreshing, and hot, just the way I like it. It loosened up my muscles that were tight since I just woke up. After I got out I made my way towards my stereo and turned onto my ipod dock, clicked shuffle and the first thing that came on was What I've Done by Linkin Park. They were my favorite band. I dried off and put my bra and underwear, then walked into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, then started my hair. I blow dried and straightened it and fluffed it up a bit. When I finished that I put on some mascara and eyeliner that made my ice bluish greenish eyes pop, and looked in the mirror.

I have ice bluish greenish eyes that really pop, I have my lip, tongue, eyebrow, cartilage, bellybutton, and 3 holes in my ear, I also have 4 tattoos, one on my wrist of my name in a chain bracelet, another on my arm of a small lion face since I'm a leo, and a third one on my lower back of a vampire knight's symbol, and one on my chest of a heart colored in red, my hair is naturally black but I dyed it blonde and left some black left showing, and I have a body most girls would KILL for. If you looked at me the first you would think is emo, but to tell you the truth, I don't consider myself emo.

1. I don't cut myself.I'm not sure if emos really cut themselves, but I sure as heck don't.

2. I'm not that anti-social.I'm friends with anyone who wants to be friends with me. But, I don't go around asking people "you want to be my friend?" No I don't do that. I tend to act like a bitch sometimes if a person really annoys me, but I don't get irritated that easily.

3. I'm on honor roll. I do good because I don't want everything handed to me. Even though I have money, I wanna work hard for something I want.

4. Last but not least, I do a lot of sports and after school things. I play volleyball, softball, soccer, track, swimming, gymnastics, some cheer leading, surfing, art, singing, and I can play the violin, piano, and guitar, and I also read a lot. Most people, or should I say, ALL people think I'm popular or I'm an overachiever, but I really just do the things I do because it's a part of me and it's fun. I don't even like being popular, on some occasions I don't wanna be noticed sometimes.

ON WITH THE INTRODUCTION!

I have an older brother Tristan. He's 18 1/2 and is in the Army. I know he's young but him and Hunter, (get to him later) have been in there ever since they were 15 and 3 quarters. Hunter's dad is a sergeant and they both were in. We were the closest things ever, but i haven't talked to him in almost 4 years. He's supposed to come back home in a couple weeks. I can't wait!

I'm now a junior in high school. My best friend Natalie (get to her in a minute) , and I live with each other on our own. I know what you're thinking, your only 17, your parents kick you out? Well yes and no.. My parents decided that I'm old enough to deal without them. Which really just means they want me out the house so they can get their freak on! (lol)

So they got me my car and a loft to live in. I don't mind. They told me they'll pay the bill for it and to call them if I needed anything. The only I don't like about moving by myself was the fact that I now live 2 1/2 hours away from my school and have to transfer.I'm dealing, and today is my first day.

The only reason Natalie lives with me is because 1. She's my best friend 2. Her parents kicked her out because they said she was way too out of control. To me, we were both the same. Came in late, tattoos and piercings, same good grades and sports, same style, and we both weren't virgins. (Get to that later) We're the same and technically my parents didn't kick me out, they just wanted the house to themselves. So, now she's living with me, just as long as she helps with the chores and laundry.

Natalie and I both have our own room and bathroom. Our rooms are the same size but we decorated ours differently.

When I was finished looking in the mirror I went into my big walk-in closet. Natalie and I had just gone shopping for new clothes but still kept our same wardrobe from before. I had everything neatly separated from my jeans (skinny), shorts, skirts, shirts, boots, sandals, flip-flops, sneakers, and my jewelry was separated from the earrings, rings, necklaces, and bracelets. I picked my new gray skinny jeans, my black sleeveless Forever 21 black top, my black faux suede peep toe chain mid calf heel boots, silver earrings, bangles, necklace, and my silver diamond ring my dad gave me. I also put on my friendship necklace my friend before Natalie gave me. It was a necklace with half of an angel's wing on it. She committed suicide when she was 13. After that I was finished getting dressed.

I checked the time and it said it was 6:30 am. I didn't have to leave until 7:20, so I went into my bathroom and painted my nails a grayish/silver color. It looked pretty. I dried them started getting my bag together. I packed some black basketball shorts and white linkin park shirt with some white Gordan high top sneakers, just in case I had P.E today in my duffel bag. I also packed different shorts, shirt, and sneakers because Natalie and I was trying out for track. The school website said track season was staring now. I added that in my duffel bag along with my eyeliner and mascara. When I was finished all this it was 7:15.

I walked downstairs to see Natalie eating a bowl of fruity pebbles.
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Published: 5/26/2011
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