I woke up to the buzzing of my alarm clock. As annoying as it is, I'm glad to have it. I doubt I'd be able to get out of bed without it.

Sighing, I slam my hand down on it, careful not to crush it. That has happened way too many times. I doubt I can go buy a new one without the clerk at the store think I'm hitting on her. Throwing off my covers, I pull myself out of bed and into the shower. I don't like staying in for too long, because I feel like my day would be wasted. Why stay in the shower all day when I can be out doing something useful.

Stepping out of the lukewarm stream, I shut off the water and brush my teeth and hair. Continuing with my normal routine, I pull on some pants, a T-shirt, a jacket, some shoes, and my beloved gloves. People think that I have a problem with germs, and I play along. I go with it. Who cares about the truth anymore, anyway? Nowadays, people omly do what's easiest. I guess that's just how people think, huh?

I swallow and study myself in the mirror. I have deep bags under my eyes, but that doesn't surprise me. I haven't been sleeping much lately. Ever since Damien and Blake got together I've barely had anyone to talk to. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for them, but I don't want to be alone. The thought of being alone is, quite possibly, the most terrifying thing that has ever had the audacity to cross my mind. It was bad enough to barely talk to Conrad anymore, but Blake is my anchor. I don't think of him in a romantic way, but I do love him. He's been my inspiration to keep going for the longest time.

I leave my room and walk down the hallway, wandering into the kitchen in search of breakfast. The house is empty, as always. I'd be more shocked if my mom were actually home. As much as she denies it, I can tell she blames me for what happened. I do, too, but neither of us talk about what happened all those years ago. I think it's better that way. If my mom and I actually had a relationship, it'd be too damaged for us to even stand in the same room together. At least, with this one we can stand to be within ten feet of each other.

I decide on a piece of toast with some peanut butter on it and a cup of coffee. It's not a five-star breakfast, but it's better than running on fumes until lunch. I tried that once and was crabby the rest of the day, much to my displeasure. I pour myself a mug from the coffee my mother made much earlier this morning and place a piece of bread in the toaster.

Practically downing the mug of rather cold coffee, I pull out the peanut butter and a knife, and I wait patiently for the toast to be ready. I know everyone jumps when the toast is ready, so don't laugh at me. I practically jump ten feet in the air when the toasted bread jumps up at me. I scowl at the demon bread and quickly swipe on some peanut butter. I glance at the clock and decide to go to school early. I might as well get there and brush up on my Algebra for the test today. 

I grab my hoverboard by the door and switch it on, swallowing the last bits of my breakfast thickly and stepping outside. I like spring, for the most part. I can't deny that it's a gorgeous season, but it's also the time when people start to question my choice in outfits. I usually pretend that the heat doesn't bother me, but, in the end, it's just another lie. It seems like everything I say is a lie, nowadays.

Of course, saying it like that makes me seem like a bad person. You see, I usually only lie about things that I absolutely need to. I lie about the things that bring people closer to me. I lie to protect myself.

I've seen what a cruel world this planet is, and it's horrifying. People can be so cruel. It's shocking how fast they can change when they learn something about you. It's as if finally knowing something changes who someone is. That's not the case. It's like coming out of the closet. Just because you now know someone is gay, doesn't mean that anything has changed. They've always been gay, and nothing has changed except for the fact that you now know.

Knowledge is more powerful than most people think.

Hopping onto my hoverboard, I take off with a practiced ease. It took me forever to learn how to ride. I remember the swell of pride in my chest when I finally rode without falling. Ever since then, I've only gotten better at it. Now, I can even do tricks and such.

I plug my headphones in and blast one of those music apps that play songs similar to your music taste. It's helpful for drowning out my thoughts when I really need to.

With a dreary sigh, I slow to a stop in front of school, where most of my lying takes place. Suffice to say that I never really liked school. I've never felt comfortable or safe. In fact, I feel the exact opposite. I feel vulnerable and disliked, as if people can sense that I'm different and shun me for it.

I don't blame them. I'd shun me, too. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not one to pity myself. I don't want to harm myself in any way, and I don't think I deserve pain. I'm just saying that I understand them and would probably do the same in their place. I reluctantly unplug my headphones and power off my hoverboard. Looking around, I don't see any of my friends. I sigh. Another day of lying my way through hell.

Joy.

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Heylo my lovely lil nuggets! I'm glad to see y'all have come this far! I seriously applaud you for sticking with me through the other two books! It really means a lot to me! ^-^ Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Don't forget to comment and such and I'll gladly see y'all nuggety readers in the next update! Have a fantabulous day! Bai!!! >:3

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