"Come on Porcelain....Porcelain get up!" Toby yelled, making the bed bounce as he jumped. I groaned and grabbed his small six year old body, pulling him down next to me. "Toby, my alarm hasn't even gone off yet, it's not time to get up." I said, looking over at the red digital numbers that read: 5:45 AM. "But I'm awake."
"And that doesn't mean I have to be." I said chuckling, ruffling his blonde hair. He giggled and gently pulled at my long brown hair, sitting back up. "Where's mom? Is she awake?"
"Not yet, but I wanted to get you up." He said, and I sighed sitting up and pushing my hair out of my eyes. My alarm began to beep, and I pushed the button on it, swinging my legs over the other side of the bed, grabbing Toby and balancing him on my hip.

I walked out of the room, and down the stairs, listening to my mom sing in the shower. I sighed, smiling slightly as I put Toby back down on the floor, and walked into the kitchen, pouring myself a bowl of cereal. I quickly ate it as my mother came into the kitchen, her hair wet from the shower, a smile plastered onto her face. "Morning sweethearts." She said, making herself and Toby some toast. "Morning."
"You need a lift to school or are you walking?"
"Lift please if you don't mind." I said, and she nodded, smiling. "You could try and walk, make some friends."
"Mom, I'm fine the way I am thank you." I said, and she sighed, nodding. "Ok then sweetheart, whatever you say." She said, and I nodded, putting my bowl in the sink and going back into my room.

I put on my skinny jeans and a black vest top, along with a cameo jacket and my vans. I put on a selection of bracelets and a necklace. I grabbed a blue bandana and pulled my hair up in a messy bun, tying the bandana around the front of my head. I grabbed my school bag and walked down the stairs. I followed my mom out the door and sat in the car, soon joined by my brother and mom, and we set off down the road. We soon pulled up to my crummy school and I sighed, getting out. "Have a good day!" My mom called, and I gave her a small smile before walking off. "Wish me luck." I mumbled, walking through the large gates and into my school.

I made my way through the crowds of giggling girls and strutting boys, and sat on the wall, pulling a book out of my bag. Well how else was I going to entertain myself? I opened it to a new chapter and began to read, ignoring the laughs and giggles from the group of girls standing nearby, clearly whispering about me. I looked up as the bell went and saw the hockey team make their way towards the school doors. I saw who was stood at the front and sighed, shutting my book. Andy Biersack, probably team jerk. He was the leader of the hockey team, and probably had the life anyone would want. Boys wished to be like him, girls were all over him, and yet I almost hated his guts. Get the almost. I couldn't quiet understand it but I couldn't bring myself to completely hate him. He seemed big headed, he seemed loved, and yet he seemed...different at the same time. the other members of the hockey team either taunted me or ignored me, but Andy never said a word, he just stared at me with his bright blue eyes.

I walked in after them, and quickly walked past them to our lesson. "Look who it is, it's loner." Jeremy called after me, and some of the others laughed. I felt Andy stare at me, and I sighed, shoving my book into my bag as Jeremy sneered. "OOo, reading some romantic drama are we?" He asked, stepping in my way and I glared at him. "At least I can read." I said, and he laughed, staring at me. "OOo, look who's speaking. Think I'm hot?" He asked, and I took a step forward, not letting his bullshit getting to me. "Put some layers on sugar or you'll catch a fucking cold."
"From what? It's nearly summer stupid."
"No, from how cold your balls are." I said, walking past him, leaving the boys jeering after me.

Welcome to my hell.

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