"Wake up sleepy head"

"Violet honey, wake up or you're going to be late for your first day of school." My moms voice echoes in my head. Wait am I dead yet, or is this another one of those weird dreams. "Get up this instance!" Nope not a dream, nor dead.

I pull the covers over my head. I really do not want to go to school!

Just then my alarm goes off, and I furrow my eyebrows. "You woke me up before my alarm clock. What are you my rooster now?" I wasnt sure if that was a question or a statement. I'll go with statement for now.

"Oh come on, what difference does a minute make?"

"A huge difference mom!"

"Stop being so frivolous. Now get up. I made your favourite; pancakes. And I would hate to see you eat it co-" I didn't let her finish as I kick the covers, but they were still tangled with my feet, so I fell, face first.

Oh my potato salad ! I probably broke my nose, or split my lip, and have to undergo a face implant. Gosh, I'm doubtless that I look displeasing to the eye and horrid.

"Mom!" I shout and she comes rushing through the door. "What's wrong." She questions, worry written all over her face, while scanning my room.

Oh my fudge am I bleeding? Am I too ugly to be seen. She probably doesnt even recognize me anymore.

"I fell on my face, come on we need to rush to the hospital mom. I know I'm hideous and you probably wish I was never your daughter but I'm sure a face surgery can fix that right?"

Stupid me for forgetting to shut the blinds last night. I squint at the excruciating rays that stream through my windows. I coax my eyes to accomodate the blinding sunlight. I wouldn't make it as a vampire.

"Viole-"

"How could I be so stupid. I hope they use anesthetics on me, so that I feel no pain. Or what if I can't get my face fixed. Does that mean that I'll be hideous forever and be ostracized? Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Has the bleeding stopped? Does this mean I'll never be loved-" A hyperventilate me gets cut off

"Viole-"

"And this is my first day at school. I don't have to go anymore right. I mean a broken nose is a big deal. I can't even breathe properly anymore. I'll be on that show, The Undateables. Oh no, this is it. This is the end for me. Its over. Goodbye cruel worl-"

"Violet for Pete sake! You're overstating, again! There is nothing wrong with you. Your nose is not broken, you're not hideous and no, you do not need a face implant, or any implants as long as I'm around. You only have a scratch on your nose. Although its came to my perception that I should send you to a mental institution." She says, and laughs.

Hold on a second. Did I hear correctly. Or did the fall also damage my hearing aid. She's lucky that I only have a scratch on my nose- wait a scratch?!

I run over to the mirror and check my face, and I exhale, the breath I didn't apprehend I was holding. I need a bandage. I mean who wears a band-aid to school?

So back to what I was saying. This could be us but you're playin-

She thinks I have a mental disorder?

n. Any of the various diseases affecting the mind onset by brain damage or genetics described in the International Statistical Classification of Diseases and Related Health Problems sections 290 through 319.

Synonyms include; mental illness, psychiatric condition, insanity, crazy

Well, I'm surprised I haven't been sent to one. I can see it all

*creepy girl walks or more like crawls to me*

*waves but doesn't say anything*

"Uhh hi." Could I be any more peculiar?! "Hey, I'm Jane" she replies with an almost inaudible voice and a strangely repulsive smile.

"So what brings you here?" Okay, that was redundant.

"I mean, why are yo-" "I know what you meant." She says cutting me off.

"I always wore one shoe, wore my clothes backwards and ate with a fork, so my mom thought it would be best to send me here. Crazy right?" She laughs awkwardly.

"And you?"

"Oh my mom called me crazy."

I realise that I am now alone in my room, and I'm almost late for school. I rush to the bathroom, and do my hygiene. Dress in black; black jeans, black shoes, black leather jacket, black beanie... And black, no red lipstick. I straightened my hair today, and go downstairs, were the scent of pancakes intrigues me.

Short horror story: Monday

Who likes Mondays?

n. 1. The first day of the week in systems using the ISO 8601 norm and second day of the week in many religious traditions. It follows Sunday and precedes Tuesday.

2. The only logical reason why Sundays suck.

3. The worlds way of saying 'Here take this you little bitch.'

4. Satan's butthole.

5. When you realize the weeked is over.

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Dylan digs in as if it were the last meal of his entire life.

"Stop eating like a pig."

"Stop acting and looking like one." He retorts. I decide to let it slide.. For now, and grab my backpack. And I give my mom a kiss on the cheek. My nose? I put a dash of makeup on it. People won't even know.

"Wait, aren't you suppose to take me to school?" I ask my mom, whose already by the door.

"Your brother is suppose to take you to school." She says

"WHAT?" Dylan and I ask, looking perplexed as ever.

"Why him?'

"Yeah why me? Can't she walk."

I scoff at this? Walk?! No can do. The world knows that I abhor walking.

"Ride a bike? A scooter? A 4 wheeler? A bus? A cab? An 18 wheeler? A train? A plane? He goes on and on. He was ridicule by the last one. A plane, seriously? How much brain cells does he have?

"I see you're working on your random intelligence. Your brain must feel as good as new, seeing that you never use it."

He sighs and walks out the door and I follow behind, with a grin plastered on my face!

We pull up to this enormous building, with school kids everywhere.

"When people ask you who you are- I don't know you." He says parking at a parking spot. So he's embarrassed of me now?

"Don't worry, the feelings mutual." I say to him and get out of the car. I start walking and to my surprise he puts his arm on me.

I'm startled by this 'action' and I try to remove his arm, but his grip only tightens.

"What are you doing? I thought you didn't want to be seen with me."

"Yeah yeah. You may be annoying and a little shit that never seems to go away, but at the end of the day, you're my sister, and I love you. Also I don't want any boys to hit on you." I laugh at this. Who does he think he is? My babysitter? Nope. The only babysitter is school, until I graduate.

"I'm old enough. I can handle myself."

"Whatever floats your boat Viola." He says, and he knows I hate being called Viola. Its bad enough that I'm called Violet! H smirks, and a group of guys approach us.

"Aye Dylan man wassup." A blonde says to him, as they do a weird handshake.

"Whose the cute babe?" Another one asks. I am not cute. Cute is for babies.

"Don't even think about it Ty! She's my sister." Overprotective brother mode in process. I roll my eyes

"Hi." I say to them

"Hey!" They reply back. "Well I gotta take her to the office and show her her classes and -"

"Its fine. I can find my way." I say to him. I'm not a 5 year old, geez!

"You sure? I mean-"

"I'm fine-"

"I'll take her." Another guy with dark brown hair says.

"Forget it Chris." I nod, and make my way to the hallways. One thing I hate about school is the hallways! Trying to get past the sea of people is time wasting. It is like attempting to beat or obtain a minimum of 10 in the game Flappy Bird, impossible! It looks like an eagle, but when I press start it turns into a little butch, can I call it butch? Yeah. It turns into a little butch!

I finally make my way to the office, and I take a seat.

"Good day Ms. Monroe. Thank you for selecting Westwood High. Good selection indeed. Are you Dylan's sister?" A man in his 40's boasts.

"Uhm yes Principal.... Lawrence." Those annoying little signs on peoples desks can be utterly useless, but at this moment they just saved my life.

"So its not a coincidence that you're surnames are identical. But I must say you cant miss the resemblance. Star player he is. He is also the player of the season." Its true. My brother is talented when it comes to sports.

"Let me not make you late for your first period, by keeping you any much longer. Wouldn't really want that now. Here is your timetable , your first class is on the second floor, 4th class. Have a great first day." I bid him a thanks and close the door behind me.

First period English. Now where is that class? Second floor, 4th class. Stairs again. Remind me again why didn't I just agree to be homeschooled?

The bell rings and I curse under my breath. Now everyone will definitely notice me. I didn't like being 'out there'. I slowly turn the doorknob building more suspense for myself. I walk in and I can feel all eyeballs on me. I hope they don't make me introduce myself in front of the class. I hate that.

"Class, this is Violet, our new student. Please sit anywhere you like, and welcome to Westwood High." Mr Waterson says, and the class greets me. I opt the seat at the corner and take out my books.

"Hey. I'm Chloe." I look to my left to see a pretty brunette, with big blue eyes. Gosh, she's beautiful. She's smiles, when she sees that I was staring at her.

"Hey. Nice to meet you Chloe!" I smile back at her.

"Since youre new here. I'd like to show you around the school, that's if you don't mi-"

"I'd love that thanks." She's takes my timetable and hands it back.

"We have the same classes, excluding Drama class, I have Chemistry." I nod and Chloe turns her attention back to the class. The period ends and when I realize it, it is already recess, or lunch time.

I buy a cheeseburger with a side of French fries and Chloe buys a veggie burger. We sit down at a nearby table and we eat in silence. She tells me about the schools and the pros and cons. And that every school has their own clique's or group. Then she tells me about herself, and that she has a single parent, her dad who raised her. Her mom passed away after she gave birth to her. She's into movies and her celebrity crush is Dylan O'Brien.

I tell her that I'm forever smiling. Attracted to laughter. If someone smile often, thinks positively and can enjoy the smallest things in life. I am naturally enticed with who they are. To me that is everything. I think I'd fall in love with a compassionate person who can laugh through their own tears. And how my dad passed away because he was in the army. He passed away 5 months ago, so the wound is still open. We have a lot in common, she's also a bookworm, and has Coulrophobia, fear of clowns. I explain to her that there is something more sinister behind that smile. We laugh here and there and we form a bond, that I was not aware of.

There was silence for a few minutes, but it wasn't one of those awkward silences, it was more of a comfortable silence. That was all until the schools jackasses and sluts of the school came through the cafeteria doors.

Excuse my French.... Fries

But they do look like your typical 'I'm-the-shit crew'.

"Great" Chloe says under her breath, making me look at her with confusion.

"What?"

"That is :-) Austin Spencer.

"Wh--" That sounds so acquainted, but I just can't put my donut into it.

"He's the schools badass/bad boy/ player. -" Bad and boy, commonly used words; common nouns. But as soon as you bind those two worse together! It can only result a recipe of disaster. All I know is that you should stay away from them at costs.

First name: Trouble

Last name: Imperil

"I've heard that he used to be in this deadly gang where they did bad stuff, and I mean really bad stuff. Word has it that his brother was a gangster. And no I'm not talking about who wear big fake gold chains and rap about candy shops-"

Do your chains hang low?

"He's brother was an actual gangster. Austin also has a criminal record for God knows what. Austin is also a big time player, but then again can you blame him for breaking girls heart. They literally throw themselves at him, and he does not do the whole 'dating' thing. He just gets what he wants, and cuts them off. But O to the M to the G! He is so freakin' hot, and sexy. Once you meet him, you'll fall in love with him." Chloe gushes, over this 'so-called-badboy'

I'll believe it when I see it. And its as if he knew that was his cue, because he turns around and faces me. Chloe was right. I blink several times as when I open them, it was actually Reece Spencer Edwards!

Chloe notices my shocked emotion, and grins. "What I tell you? He's hot hey?!" Reece is Austin? The bad boy? It was like finding out that Miley Cyrus was actually Hannah Montana!

"Earth to Violet?" She snaps her fingers making me snap out of my trance. "You said his name is Austin?" I ask.

"Yes, do you know him?" She asks and he looks so great in black, it matches the bad boy façade.

"I think so. Reece Spencer-"

"Edwards. Yes. Austin is his first name, and his full name is Austin Reece Spencer Edwards." Chloe explains and I nod.

"The guy whose initials spell arse." Chloe and I say in sync and giggle. He then looks at me at smirks, and he starts walking towards us.

"Oh my chocolate fondue, is he coming towards us? This is not a dream right?" Chloe starts to freak out and I laugh, because she's overreacting. I gladly return the smirk.

So Reece is Austin? The guy I met at my house? No shit Sherlock.

The note! I laugh at that thought. The 1D admirer is the schools bad boy. I wonder what will the school think once I reveal his little secret. I don't suppose anyone knows about this.

Wouldn't want to ruin the bad boy's reputation, now would we?

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