When He Texted..

|Chapter 1| The Starting Point

Authors note: The story is gonna get better, this was just the introduction on characters, what they're like and stuff like that. If you liked this chapter it would be awesome if you could vote. Hope you enjoy!
-Brianna
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"Beep Beep" Off went my alarm. Great. Time for school. I slowly sat up, still in my bed and stretched. I yawned a couple times, trying to get rid of the tiredness.

Taking the covers off myself, I stood up and began dragging my feet to the washroom. I looked in the mirror. My hair was sprouting out in every direction possible.

I dug through my drawer, looking for my brush. "Socks, books, perfume and bath bombs. No brush there."

I slammed the drawer shut and looked in a different one.

"Aha! A brush, found it." I exclaimed .

I grabbed the brush and went back into the bathroom. Trying to brush out my hair, it began to hurt because of how tangled it was. Deciding to wash it, I put two towels on the counter and stripped, then hopped in the shower.

Turning the shower on, I grabbed my shampoo bottle and squirted some in my hands, then began to scrub. After scrubbing it throughly, I washed it out after. I grabbed my green towel, and wrapped it around myself.

I looked back in the mirror and brushed my teeth until they looked clean. I blow dried my hair than brushed it out, finally.

Walking over to my closet, I struggled on deciding on what to wear. "Hmm.." I hummed to myself, "What do I wear?"

I took out black Adidas pants, with white stripes on the sides, along with a blue top.

I went back to my sock drawer and put on a pair of white socks, I'm finally ready, I think.

Rushing, I ran down all 24 white stairs to the living room.

"Look who made it in time for breakfast!" Chuckled my mom.

"That's a way of putting it" grunted my dad.

As you can clearly see, my parents think quite differently.

My dad was reading the newspaper like always. He worked as a lawyer that's why we live in quite a big house.

Although he can be a complete butt, he can also be the sweetest dad in the world. There's times when I really hate him, then there's other times when I adore him.

My mom was always amazing, she is a 'stay-at-home-mom'. Cooks, cleans, that type of stuff. I can always talk heart to heart with her.

My mom was making pancakes, my favourite type of breakfast. I went to the fridge and grabbed the maple syrup, then brought it to the table.

My mom put a pancake on each of our plates. I grabbed the maple syrup and drowned my pancake with it.

"Jordan, no fights today," my dad said while he put down the newspaper on the table.

"I know dad" I grumbled while stuffing my face with pancakes.

After we all finished, it was time to leave for school. I put everyones plates in the sink because my parents were just like that. I hugged my mom, then my dad drove me to school.

My dad was scary to drive with he got rode rage a lot, and I mean at least once every car ride.

"Honk Honk"
My dad kept honking the horn at people that would turn in his lane.
"Move out the way" my dad kept screaming, " I got places to go and people to see!"

He stuck his head out the window and continued to yell.

"Dad calm down, take a chill pill." I tried to calm him down, but it never worked. I turned my phone on, saw I had no games, then turned it off and began staring out the window.

I was pretending that I was in a movie because, doesn't everyone?

I continued looking at my reflection and pretended to be dramatic like in the movies.

I was looking, until this random guy winked at me. It seemed sketchy so I stopped looking out the window.

Eventually, I got to school and got out of the car as fast as I could. I waved, my dad waved, it was our way of saying 'Bye, love you.'

I was at school for no more than 30 seconds and a girl shoved me.
I grabbed her arm, not in a tight grip but told her, "You have 10 seconds to run."

I could tell I scared her because she ran as soon as I let go of her arm.

I ran up to Tyler and hugged him as tight as possible.

Tyler was my best friend, he was my brother I never had. He supported me when my parents didn't. He was like my guardian angel.

"What's up J?" He asked me casually, with a slight smile.

"What's up T?" I responded with a grin,

I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. I could tell Tyler anything, I never had to be afraid to tell him anything.

We walked down the hall together. Well, I was skipping and he was walking slowly behind me.

Tyler wasn't the fighting type, in fact he hated it. Whenever I fought he always helped me though. Those were the only times he fought.

Tyler was really strong so whenever we fought together we usually won. I didn't want to fight anymore though, it left a bad image on me so Tyler had been helping me stop.

Ring

Damn, it was time for school.

After School Ended

Tyler walked me out of class,and to my dads car, we hugged then he went to his moms car to go home.

"Any fights today?" my dad asked with his arms crossed.

"No dad. No fights, I told you I'm trying to stop."

It got annoying, my family's always asking if I fought. Even though they know I'm trying to stop.

My dad opened the car door for me, and I got in and closed the door myself to signal that I was getting annoyed.

I put in my ear buds so I didn't have to hear my dad complain to me and rode rage again.

Putting my bag on the floor, I did my seatbelt while my dad was reversing the car out of the parking spot.

While he was driving, I felt someone staring at me. I looked out the window to see the same guy that winked at me while I was going to school.

Freaking out, I stopped looking out the window and down at my phone.

I didn't know who he was or why he kept looking at me, but I really didn't know how he kept finding me when my dad was driving. Something's definitely wrong..