Despair - Chapter One (Story)

I stood in front of the mirror the second time of the day.  I wasn’t sure what drove me to it, but there was something there that made me feel miserable.  Somehow, it had felt like there had been a rope that kept pulling me towards it, and that I was trapped.  Was I addicted to some glass panel?  That, I wasn’t sure of, even though it strongly felt like it.  I looked closely at my reflection, and saw that my surroundings grew very dim, almost pitch black.  I then heard sudden whispers and laughter coming from the other room.  I noticed they started to become louder, as they started screaming something about how worthless I was, and it somehow had made me frightened.  I tried to run away, but my feet seemed as if they were glued to the ground, making me feel helpless and afraid.

I figured out that I was dreaming when my eyes opened back up, seeing that I was back in my living room.  We had moved in just yesterday, and I realized I had fallen asleep as we were unpacking.  Somehow I ended up on the couch, and awoke to loads of scattered furniture.  A few boxes were still left, but those were probably just decorative stuff, such as those odd paintings that we had.  I probably had took a break around ten o’ clock and dosed off, since that’s the last time I remembered being up.  I then stretched, and slowly picked up my feet.  I walked around for a minute, wondering how everything will be placed.  I had to distract myself from the unusual dream I had.  For some reason, all of my dreams had been exactly like that for the past week; depressing and frightening.  Not frightening as in monsters and ghosts, frightening as in that creepy vibe that lurked in them.

My heart skipped a beat when the front door slammed.  I sighed in relief when I saw that it was only my father.  He walked in with a few sweat stains on his shirt, which made me grew curious of where he was.
 
“Where did you come from?”  I asked.

“Work,”

Oh, I had forgotten that he had work last night.  It must had been a drag since he couldn’t get any sleep.  He yawned, and laid flat on the small sofa from the corner of the room.  I looked at him, then looked around the room.

“When are we going to organize this mess?”  I asked.

He sighed; I could tell I had bothered him.

“Later today, okay?”  He answered, sounding quite tired.

I nodded my head and proceeded upstairs.  I strolled through the narrow hall, and entered into my new room.  It was quite big, but the wallpaper seemed hideous to me.  It was covered in paintings of roses, with a black background.  I looked down at the floor, and kicked my feet against the hard wood, as it shined from the light through the small windows.  I saw that my bed was already there, along with my desk and more cardboard boxes.  Overall, I was pleased with the room.

I then grew bored, and returned back downstairs.  I was greeted by my mother as I walked down the carpeted steps, and saw that she was holding my small, blue school bag.  My eyes glanced over to the clock across the room, and saw that it was already seven-thirty.  Oh no, I thought.  She gave me a nice smile, as I smiled back, knowing I had no say in this.

I had completely forgotten about school, because of the whole moving thing and all.  It would’ve been nice if my mother did as well.  Why was I going today, anyways?  I mean, we haven’t even finished unpacking everything yet.

As we walked towards the car, I noticed that my breathing was heavy.  My heart also pounded as I sat down in the front seat, as my mother turned the ignition on.  Why was I so frightened?  Being a new kid couldn’t be that horrible, could it?  Well, that’s what I felt like.  I felt like I was about to step into a new and improved hell.

We started to get closer and closer.  I sighed, afraid of what will happen when I arrive.  Did the dream had anything to do with this?  Would they not like me?  I then thought I was just being ridiculous, so I stopped with my idiotic questions and relaxed.  I could tell that my mother saw I was a bit nervous, since she had been quiet the whole ride.  I smiled, so that she would know I was alright, since I wouldn’t want her to be worried as well.  We then suddenly stopped, as we were in front of a large building, with a sign in front that said, “Clark Middle School,” in bold print.  I gave my mother a quick hug, then stepped out with courage built in me.

I sauntered into the school, then down the hallway.  It wasn’t difficult to find my locker, since it was one of the first ones you would see when you first spot the large set of them.  I ended up being between two students, both male.  They tended to glance at me as I hurried getting everything ready, but I managed to ignore them.  I shut the locker very gently, with my supplies and schedule in my hands.  My eyes shifted towards each door I passed by, until I reached my designated class.  I held my items tightly to my chest as I walked, also glancing at the people who passed by.  I noticed I wasn’t as nervous as I was, I became more excited, actually.  I wasn’t exactly sure if anyone noticed the new girl running around, so that probably meant I hadn’t looked weird, I guess.  I came across a door that said “Room 13,” written on the side, then quickly looked down at my schedule.  Yep, that was it.

I sat at the desk that was nearest to the door.  It was most likely taken, but oh well, I thought, they would probably understand.  Being dead silent, I watched the other students enter into the room.  Some looked over at me, some didn’t.  I just hoped that I wouldn’t be the center of attention.  I then looked over to my right, and noticed a tall lady standing beside me, that had on a slight grin.  She seemed as if she would be someone that was polite, just by the flower skirt that she wore, along with her white-buttoned blouse.

“Hello, you must be Libby Johnson,”  she said to me.

All I did was nod my head and smiled.

“Where did you come from, sweetie?”

Had she not seen that I did not want to speak?

“Westlake,”  I replied, nice enough to answer, anyways.

“Well, welcome to Scottsville,”

She smiled, then walked towards the black board in front of the classroom, as I hoped she would not make any big scene.  I was relieved when I had not heard my name, though I still saw everyone’s heads kept turning towards me from the corner of my eye.  I felt my face overheat as I tried to not look back at them.  I guess I did end up being the center of attention, after all.

Apology (Regular Post)

I'm just posting this just to let everyone know that I'm still working on this blog, since it's been awhile since I've last posted on here.  It's just that I've been sort of busy lately, so I had completely forgotten about this.  BUT, I am working on a full story, which I started the other day.  I'm not thinking of publishing it or anything, just writing it for fun. :p  In my next post, I will be posting the first chapter of it, so you can tell me whether or not I need to rewrite it or anything.  It's so difficult coming up with a good exposition!  Anything that I come up with, I always get this vibe that it's lame or not good enough...but, eh, maybe it's just me.  Overall, I apologize for not being updated.  Well, I think that's it for now, so make sure to check out my next upcoming post, "Despair - Chapter One (Story)", and let me know what you think.