I woke up to the buzzing of my alarm clock. I looked out the window and saw that it was another rainy day. I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the full length mirror. Bed-head, yellow Abercrombie hoodie, black sweat pants, and fuzzy orange slippers. I started the shower and undressed. In fifteen minutes, I was out of the shower and I walked to my room. I put on a black T-shirt, dark blue shinny jeans, my tight leather jacket, and my black and white checkered Vans slip-ons. I walked back to the bathroom and started to brush my hair. My hair was only to the bottom of my ear and I loved it. My dad let dress however I wanted. If I needed something, he'd go out and get it for me. Anything for Daddy's little girl. When I finished brushing my hair, I went to go wake up my dad. I knocked on the door, then opened it.
"Dad? Are you awake?" I walked over to his bed and poked at the shape under the covers. It was too soft. "Dad?" I ripped off the covers to see a bunch of pillows in his place. I saw a sticky note on one of the pillows.
Karie, I left for work early. I'll be back around four. I love you.
I looked at the time on his digital clock on his night stand.
"Oh crap! I'm going to be late!" I ran back to my room and grabbed my Converse duffle. I made in time to catch the bus. I sat down next to one of my best friends, Marie. "Morning." I greeted her. Her blond hair in the same style as mine.
"Morning to you too." She had a big grin on her face.
"Oh no. Your happy. What happened? Why are you smiling?!" She didn't answer. She reached into her purse and pulled out two Fall Out Boy tickets. "Oh my God! Who are you taking? Is it me or Shaun? Please take me!"
"Relax, Karie. I'm taking you. Breathe, girl, breathe." When we had finished our conversation while we entered the school. "I'm sure your dad will let you go. He knows me as well as my parents do, better maybe. I know he'll let you go." We walked over to our lockers, which were next to each other.
"I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure he'll let me go." Just then. I heard the shrill giggle of the most beastly creature I've even seen at school, Alena Morrisson. I turned to face her. She had on a ridiculous outfit. Pink Converse's, neon yellow skinny jeans that didn't do her legs much justice, a blue and green striped sweater, a shirt that I think was from Wet Seal, and a pair of rainbow Kanye West glasses. That girl or beast, made me sick. She was rambling on about our clothes and hair. Me and Marie must to be able to read each other's minds because she immeadiately snapped. She grabbed Alena by the shirt and got up close and personal.
"Listen, you little fashion victim, me and Karie chose to dress like this. If you don't like it, thats your problem, but leave us alone. You got that?" Alena nodded 'yes'. I could tell she was scared. "Good. Now, get out of here and leave us alone. You make me sick." Marie spit and her shoe. Alena ran over to her group in fear.
"Wow, " I was astonished, "I didn't know you could react like that. Remind me never to get on your bad side. Just then, someone put their hands over my eyes. I only had one person on my mind. Chase, my wonderful boy friend. His dad was from Britian and his mom is from Australia. He had a mix of both the accents, even though he was born in California.
"Guess who." It was good to hear his voice in the morning.
"Hmm. Let me think, is it my devilishly handsom boyfriend, Chase?"
"Correct, and here's your prize." He gave me a kiss on the cheek. Marie cleared her throat.
"Alen isn't here. You know that."
"Oh really?" I heard Alen's voice.
"Hey, baaaaby." She went on her toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. We all walked to first period Bio 101.  
   “Okay, class, today we’re going to be studying the next section in our textbook. The reproductive system.” The class burst out in laughter. The tables seated two people. Chase and I always sat together. He had his arm around me the entire time, but once he heard the topic, he put his arm to his side. Alena was the table next to us and she tried to have a conversation with Chase.
“Hey, Chase, want to be my partner?” Her and her friends all stared at him. He cleared his throat.
“Alena,” he made it sound like he was going to say ‘I love you’ to her.
“Yeah, Chase?” She fluttered her lashes.
“I don’t like you. I never have and I never will. Karie is my girlfriend and its going to take something really big to break me apart from her. I love her. Plus, I would never be in love with a girl as materialistic as yourself.” Tears started streaming down her cheeks. She ran out of the room and I guess she was heart broken. Boo hoo hoo. I actually started giggling, but stopped when the teacher looked in my direction.
“That’s enough excitement for one day.” It was funny how she could always carry on with whatever after something like that.
“I’ll go get her.” One of Alena’s friends.
“Thank you, Sara. Hurry back though.”
“Yeah, sure.” Sara and Alena soon returned. Her face red, either from crying or anger. She glared at Chase with her beady eyes. She sniffled.
“Jerk.” She mutered under her breath.
  The period passed by quick soon passing through english, math, and study hall. It was lunch before I knew it. The day always passed by quickly. I sat at the table saying ‘hi’ to everyone. Marie and Alen were sitting close to each other. She was also flaunting her tickets. She loved to be the center of attention. Chase sat next to me with pizza on his tray.
“How can you eat that?” I questioned him. I didn’t really like pizza, not the school’s pizza.
“How can you not eat this?” He lifted the pizza and ate the cheese the cheese that dangled off the end. Mimi was drawing and listening to her iPod. She liked to draw a lot. I sat next to her to see what she was drawing.
“She looks like you.” She was a bit surprised of me being there and jumped in her seat.
“Oh, hey. Whats up?” She yanked the headphones out of her ear.
“Nothing really. Your drawing is really good.” She looked over the drawing.
“Its not my best.” She let me flip through her book. She had a picture of everyone at the table. She even got Dex’s mark the same.
“You really pay attention to detail.”
“Thanks. I’m going to a concert in a few days. Do you want to go?”
“Who is it?” If it was the same day as the Fall Out Boy concert, I don’t think I could go.
“Its Papa Roach. Do you like them?”
“Yeah. I don’t think I can go though. They’re okay, but I know someone who is more of a fan than I am. Hey Marie, you wanna go to a Papa Roach concert?”
“Who with?”
“Mimi.”
“Oh, Mimi?”