Save Me (Adam Lambert)

Chapter 41 - Welcome To High School

A/N: this chapter annoys me so much!! I hate it lol

Just want to say that the anniversary for this book is is the 12th of October :) because that's when the very first comment was posted, and I don't remember the exact day I put the first chapter up :/ so yeah, this book has been going on for 5 months and 9 days. Wow it feels so much longer!!

30 thousand reads!! Yay!! So excited :D hope you all celebrate the anniversary this year even though by then I will have finished the book and probably updated the very last chapter :'(

But NEVER forget this book because every year I'll remember it and smile and then cry because it will be over. But we still have a while to go before that!

I love you all and ONE MORE THING! I have a list on Twitter for all true Save Me fans (oh wait I don't have any lol) but anyway, please TWEET ME!! ( @AddysGirl29 ) and I'll happily add you :)

Please stay interactive with comments because the last one got 6. And one was mine replying to someone. Guys I love you more than anything, you're my Save Me family, but you need to start commenting and voting!! Please? :(

Love you beautiful. Stay strong, stay fierce. And always, no matter what! Werk it!

Chapter 41:

An annoying buzz brings me out of my sleep and I groan as I blindly reach over and tap my hand along to find the source of the noise.

I eventually find the black box and hit it until the right button stops the painful noise. I hate alarm clocks!

I sit up in bed and move my legs towards me to cross them Indian style. I rub my sleepy eyes with my hands and let a yawn out as I stretch my arms above my head and blink tiredly. I groan as I look at the time I set. 6:00am. I have to be at school by 7:30 to have the brief interview with the principal, Mrs March.

Why so early? Who the hell knows?

I throw the covers back and walk drowsily into my bathroom, turning on the shower with my eyes half closed.

I rid my body of clothing and step into the warm flow of water. I wash my hair with my strawberry scented shampoo and matching conditioner.

My body is washed as well, and then the water takes away all traces of soap. I turn off the water supply and wrap a towel around my body, pulling out a brush and my hair dryer.

I brush my hair as I dry it and about 30 minutes later it's straight and dry. I walk into my room and throw on some undergarments and look for some clothes to wear.

I could wear a dress... but that could show people I'm a girly girl. And I'm certainly not.

I could wear my black skinny jeans and a top? Show my true personality.

I'm torn...

Might as well show people who I really am, why would I want to lie about the type of person I'm proud to be?

So I find my black, ripped, skinny jeans and pull them on, zipping them up and doing up the button. Then I look for a top, and eventually find one.

Cargo-forest green, black writing scribbled into the print. 'Live for what you love. Love the way you live'. I always seem to get the Shakespeare type t-shirts.

I pull on my boots and zip them up. I walk into my bathroom and brush my teeth before applying a light layer of foundation, a small amount of black eye liner, mascara and some lip gloss.

The stairs bare my weight as I walk down them and into the kitchen where a happy song is being hummed by a happy Finn putting bacon, eggs and toast onto 2 plates.