Something Great.

Chapter 11 - This is unexpected

I woke up without any usual messages from Liam, usually he's up before me with a good morning text. I don't think much of it, he's probably really tired.

I move a little slow getting to the bathroom for my shower. I really need it, but I am so tired.

Then I remember school starts in less than two weeks, and my mom wanted to go school shopping. It'll be my second year of high school. I have never really liked going to school. It's filled with nothing but shitty teachers and shitty students.

When I was in middle school, I was the quiet shy girl who didn't speak up, who would never defend herself. When some kid would pick on me, usually I just ignore and turn away, and that had changed since last year,

Now, if some kid annoys me, I sure as hell will let them know that. If someone picks on me, If someone picks on me, something right back. My friend, Hazel, always said I had a fiery attitude, but she had it way better.

I took a quick shower and change into sweatpants and a t shirt until I had to change to leave. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal.

I went back into my room. It's like I was by myself. This was the daily routine. My mom would asleep till about 2:30 and then she would go on a walk for about an hour and then she would take just as long to shower and do her makeup and her hair. And my sister is at work.

It's only 10:30 and I don't know what I could to occupy myself. I haven't even checked my twitter in a while.

I log in, I have lost four followers since a couple days ago. I run as a fan account for some of my favorite bands.

I log out of twitter and just lay on bed.

"Good morning."

"Good morning"

He finally messaged me.

We talked about our plans for today and talked how we usually do.

He is so sweet. And he is so accepting of my obsession for my band obsession. He just doesn't know about my twitter.

My mom wakes up and she doesn't even walk, which is unusual.

"I'm just going to get my shower and get ready and then we'll go, so be ready." I nod as she walks away.

I talk to Liam about how I hated school and this year is going to be hell.

He gives me some advice about my sophomore year, he's a junior so he wont have the same classes as me. It's okay though, we still have band class and band practice.

We talk more for an hour and I decide to change.

I change into shorts, a gray v neck and white converses.

My makeup just consists of covering up my blemishes and some light eye shadow and mascara. I brush out my long blonde hair one more time and it comes out as a little wavy.

"Honey we're leaving in a few minutes!" I hear my mom yell.

I don't even bother yelling back.

"Hey I gotta go school shopping but I'll text you when I get home."

"Okay bye babe have fun."

I lock my phone and put it in my pocket.

I look at my appearance in my mirror. I can name several flaws.

I don't like how my legs aren't skinny enough, how they have some fat on my thighs that shows and increases when I sit down.

I don't like the fact that I wash my face every morning and night, yet several tiny blemishes sprinkle on my face.

I don't like how big my boobs are. How they are the part of my body that attracts the most attention, along with my butt.

I don't like that I have a tummy.

I just wish I had the body I wanted. I wish I felt confident and happy.

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We look around and find me a few binders, notebooks, the usual essentials.

After I got everything I needed for my upcoming school year, my mom and I went to eat.

We are waiting a booth for a food now.

"So tell me about Liam." My mom suddenly asks me, and to be honest I could go on about him.

"We're friends and we've been talking, that's it."

"Oh okay, well how long have you guys been talking?"

"A few months." Dear god it's not like I'm dating him or anything.

"Okay well I was just wondering if you two ever started dating."

"Okay."

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I'm sitting at on my bed waiting for Liam to reply. Actually staring at the page on my laptop for his message.

I informed him that I am now home.

It's been 10 minutes. God I feel so pathetic waiting for his reply and he's not even my boyfriend. I just want to talk to him. He always makes my day better. He's the only thing I can look forward to when I'm home.

I finally get a message, but it's not what I expected to see.

"We need to talk."