And even if your whisper eats my ear, your voice will be the only sound I wanna hear.

The alarm had been ringing for about 10 minutes. But she preferred to lay there and pretend to sleep through it. She lay there for a while, thinking of how she could make this day better than the previous. Then he mother started screaming.
But as before, she just lay there. Until her father had his turn. After a few seconds of that, she figured it was time to give in. She pulled the covers from over her face and opened her eyes. "Are you happy now? I'm up!" she fumbled for her glasses and stood up. Her counter top was chaotic. Jewelry, old batteries, spare change, and her scissors covered half the space. Slowly, she walked out of her over-cluttered room. Careful not to step on the mess of clothes, books, and cds (yes, she still does cds). It was 5 o’clock.
She walked the hall until she got to the washroom. She turned the faucet, flooding the shower with hot water. She stepped out of the shower. Waited for the mirrors to steam up as she stared at her reflection.
20 minutes later she had a towel wrapped around her head. She walked out to the kitchen to look at the food. But she didn’t eat anything. She wasn’t hungry enough. She walked back to her room to find something to wear. She settled for an orange polo. Orange is her least favorite color. She pulled out the beige Dickies and slipped them on, wrapped an old shoelace around her waist, and zipped them up. Nothing in her closet fit her anymore; it was baggy and hung off of her in spots. Though, this uniform still never failed to make her feel twice as big as she really was.
In the bathroom, she dried her hair. She tried to make it as good-looking as possible. But she knew her part would be messed up by third period. Waiting for her ride, she did the little things. Like pulling on her bracelets. One at a time, they hid the truth. And repainting her nails. As she covered them in electric blue, she promised herself once again to stop chewing them. She has been promising this for months.
She got to school to face the awkwardness, things had changed, but she’s not one for complaining. There's not really much for her to say except that she’s bored. Bored with how predictable people are. And bored of how predictable she is. Each one of these "friends’ have a part of her. One she would never have. If only they could fit them together. And these classes are way too easy. But why couldn’t she make the better grades? Have the high GPA, like them?
She was careful to stay close to those she needed. There were only a few of them left.
She waited her 7 or more hours of torture. Then she got home. To deal with whatever task awaits her there. Happily she changed into acid wash jeans and an old tee-shirt. Finally, she was comfortable. She washed her face about 20 times to remove the "school germs".
She switched into autopilot. She did a bit of her homework while she drowned out the noise with an indecipherable screeching that sounded a bit like a witty, heartbroken 20 year old. (Mostly just to get on the nerves of her sisters who would rather be playing a tween Jonas Brothers tune.) She was either going to play that or something acoustic. But it was always about how love sucks.
She went online and laughed when she found herself talking to everyone but who she really wanted to hear from. But she continued the smalltalk because she didn’t want to be alone. She was then called for dinner. Spaghetti. Again. More boringness, but this time you can eat it. She kinda stirred it around on her plate for 10 minutes then ate half of it and said she was full. She watched a half hour of television. Nothing was on that interested her. Finally, she went to her room and found a book.
She lost herself for 2 hours. It was peaceful, no distractions, no phone calls. Not that she didn’t mind feeling needed, everyone wants to feel needed. But she needed a break. It was 10:30. She went back online and talked. She caught up with a few people she hadn’t seen in weeks. They reminded her of what it feels to feel normal. To be with people because you know them, not just because you have too.
She analyzed herself before she went to bed. She was being stretched in all aspects of her life. She didn’t know how to deal. But she put her hair up and lay down again. It was 1:15.