A fresh start is exactly what London McLaren needs in order to forget the demons of her past. A new last name, a new town and a new school.
She's about to start her final year of high school, ready to obey her parent's orders to keep her head down a...
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Thursday, May 14th, 2020
I didn't think it would possible to survive off three hours of sleep. I was wrong. I'd just survived off none.
The aftermath of the conversation with Harry left me feeling a different type of exhausted. I didn't feel like sleeping so I paced my room all night, suddenly wondering when exactly my life would fall apart.
I didn't want to go to school today but I didn't have a choice. My parents couldn't find out why I wanted to stay home, so the only way forward was to pretend to act normal.
I glance at myself in the mirror and flinch. Usually, it would be because of the uncanny resemblance to Nix. But today, it was because of how terrible I looked.
I tie my hair up, forgetting the last time I even washed it in the first place. My eyes are so bloodshot that it looks like I'm a crackhead.
But I didn't care anymore. I felt completely passionless. I was going to lose every last good thing in my life.
Why even bother trying.
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Self-pity was exhausting. I wish I could get out of my head sometimes.
I was running late for school again which meant that I had to take Nix's car. Otherwise, I was going to get a detention and I did not need to explain that to my parents.
I'd been about to leave this morning when I noticed Harry's car out the front. But I knew he wouldn't wait forever to see if I was coming out. Eventually, five minutes before the warning bell was going to ring, he left.
He'd messaged me several times late last night but I hadn't read any of them. Kennedy had tried to facetime me with Syd. Five times. It hurt me to decline each one.
I slam the car door shut. The car park was nearly empty now, except for the few latecomers who were dwardling inside, ready to start their day.
I lock Nix's car, throwing my backpack over my shoulders and briskly walking inside.
The final bell rings and I curse. Let's just hope that Mrs Coplin was in a good mood today.
I rush towards my locker, pulling out my laptop as I go. The quicker I got everything together the quicker I could get to class.
