Chapter 1
"Brynn!" a loud voice disturbed 15-year-old Brynn Johnson from her deep slumber. If only I could stay asleep forever, she thought darkly. Then, I wouldn't have to deal with all this bullshit. Her eyes popped open, and she slowly got out of bed. Her room was a mess-clothes everywhere, CDs all over her dresser, and shoes that had been carelessly tossed on the floor instead of put in a closet. After she trudged down the stairs, she came face-to-face with her mother, who did not looked pleased.

"Brynn," she began, "it's Monday. You need to get up at a decent time on school days." "No one cares if I'm late anyway." She glared at her mother. "Honey, that attitude-" her daughter cut her off, predicting the rest of her sentence. "Just isn't acceptable." Brynn said in a mocking tone. At that, Ms. Johnson left the kitchen and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. "Ring!!!" the phone pierced the uneasy silence that had settled after Brynn's mother had left the room. "Hello?" "Hi there!" a cheery voice answered. Brynn paused before saying anything else, taken aback by the exuberance of the voice on the other end. "Um, who did you want to talk to?" "Oh, I'm sorry. Is Ms. Johnson available to talk?" "Yea. Hold on a sec," Brynn put down the phone, and yelled for her mom. "Who is it?" Ms. Johnson responded. "I dunno, mom, why don't you just come in here and pick up the phone and find out for yourself." Brynn rolled her eyes; why did her mom have to make everything difficult? Maybe things would be different if everything was simple and not so damn complicated. "Hello?" Ms. Johnson, without Brynn taking notice, had walked back into the kitchen and picked up the phone. Brynn grabbed a coke, not interested in listening to her mother's conversation, and went up into her room.
After picking out her clothes (torn blue-jeans and a black tank top) she ran a brush quickly through her hair, and then pulled it back into a loose ponytail so that she could wash her face and then dirty it up again with black eyeliner and dark red lipstick. Leaning up against her dresser to get as close as possible to the mirror, she accidentally knocked over a picture, which fell to the ground. Thankfully, the glass didn't break. "Dad!" Brynn said softly, looking at the picture in surprise. She picked it up, and gingerly put it back on the dresser. But before continuing getting ready for school, she stared at the picture for a minute or two; she stopped when the tears began to fall from her eyes. Why did he have to leave? Brynn thought. I'd rather be with him than mom! More tears came after this thought. After once last glance at the picture, she forced herself to look away, pulled out her ponytail and walked downstairs. Without saying goodbye to her mom, she went out the front door, picking up her pace to ensure she wouldn't miss the bus. However, she slowed down as she approached the bus stop. A bright and jovial face looked up at her, and stared as she continued to walk cautiously towards the benches where the rest of the kids sat. It was the face of Christian Appleton, the boy she had dated throughout the entire eighth grade.