The alarm sounded promptly at 7 AM. I effectively turn it off and sprint out of bed to the bathroom to take a shower. Nothing woke me up faster than a blaring alarm and water pouring down on me. As the water runs over me, I make sure to take advantage of the time and review my formulas for AP calculus. Every morning I made sure to review a specific problem I found online the night before on any subject of my choosing, to make it fun. Today, I go over the differential equation, making sure to use the example I wrote down last night on my bedside table. As captain of the math decathlon, I needed to always be prepared. By the time I finish and wrap the towel around me, I know the answer.

I run over to the table and flip over the paper, where I have the answer written in fine ink. A smile spreads on my face. "Yes," I shout and do a small happy dance, glad my answer was right but it's rarely wrong. I turn on my Cd player and listen to some upbeat music as I finish my morning routine. I go back into the bathroom and brush my teeth, making sure all my focus is on them. I hated the dentist, so it was better for me to take good care of my teeth and just go for an annual check-up where he would give me a lollipop and say I was doing fantastic- why do I keep going? The reason I kept going was that I liked to know I was doing a good job, even at brushing my teeth.

Once I finish, I stand in front of my closet and look through my wardrobe. I pick out a simple red pole, black skirt, red knee-high socks, and black flats. We didn't have an official uniform at SilverRiver, but that didn't mean I couldn't wear my clothes like we did. I give myself a glance at the mirror as I tuck in my skirt and make sure the small ruffles on my skirt are straight. I place my hands to the side and smile as they touch the end of the skirt; it was neither too long nor too short. I make sure my light brown hair is dry before putting it up in a tight ponytail. It manages to reach just below my shoulder blades, making me smile in contempt.

I looked around my room for anything out of place; it was painted white all throughout, there was a desk in one edge, a book-shelf in the other with small trophies, a bulletin board with a calendar and sticky notes filled up, my nightstand with a green lamp and the bulb still hot, and a small television on top of the drawer. I walk over to my bed and smooth out the covers filled with rose designs. I smile at my neat room and look over at my clock that marks 7:25. By the time I was done with everything, the house was empty. Both my parents woke up early to get my siblings, Kyle and Marcus, ready for school. My mom would drop off both of them and my father would pick them up from his brother's place after school. Since my cousins went to the same school as my brothers, my uncle offered to watch them while everyone was still at work or in my case- school.

I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab a granola bar, an orange, and a bottle of water as I make my way toward the bus station making sure to lock the house. The bus is parked in the corner as others board it. I loved riding the bus, it was one of my favorite moments in the day. It was the only 35 minutes out of the day I really dedicated my time to watching the town. The town I was born in and helped raise me. I put on classical music and look out the tiny window with such admiration, that I know I'll never get tired of it. I look at the houses of people I had met and those I didn't. The buildings, new ones being constructed as old ones demolished. I waved at the kids who waved first as they admired the big yellow bus filled with schools, knowing one day they would be riding it without their parents. It brings a smile to my face as I remember those times when I thought the world was so big and full of endless possibilities. Now, the world was still so big but I only had one thing in mind. School.

The bus makes a screech as the doors open. Kids quickly grab their stuff and rush out the door, in a hurry to get into the building. When I'm at the bottom of the stairs I look up and yell, "Thank you, Mr. Lancaster," to our driver as people push past me, clearly in a hurry to catch up with their friends. He waves at me and gives me a wide smile in return.

I make my way towards the building of SilverRiver and stop as I reach the main stairs, clutching my necklace tight and breath. "You're going to do great Amelia," I started my morning pep talk, "another day for you to shine and try your best. You will get high grades and become the doctor you were always meant to be, effectively making your family proud and yourself. You will be the best doctor this world has ever seen, helping those who need it and making a difference. It all starts as soon as you walk through those doors." Once finished, I give myself a reinforced nod and pull the sides of my hair, tightening my ponytail. I take a deep breath and lift my head high as I walk up the steps and into the school building.

It had been a month since senior year had started, and everyone seemed to have already fallen into their regular patterns. I inadvertently had done the same. I knew those who knew me saw me as the good girl who was smart beyond comparison, and I couldn't blame them. When I had finally realized my passion for saving people in 7th grade, I knew nothing was going to stop me, and to do that, I had to take school more seriously even if it meant growing up a bit early. My heart didn't feel empty or heavy when I made this decision, instead it made me happy I could dedicate my life and make it into something that benefited the world and myself. Nothing was going to derail me from that. Nothing.

As I walk down the halls to my locker, I see different people everywhere. There were those who categorized themselves as jocks because of the varsity jackets, flexing their muscles to cheerleaders who would then feel them and act surprised, giggling to each other and helping boost up the guy's egos. Couples made out in the stairs, making others like me cringe and walk beside them in disgust. It wasn't pretty to see someone stick their tongue into someone else's throat at 8 in the morning. It was in those moments I was thankful my stomach wasn't a big eater in the mornings because I would probably throw up on them or the floor and that would not be an ideal situation for anyone. There are some kids copying each other's homework, others gossiping about passers, and some reapplying makeup as they criticize or compliment themselves and their friends.

I see a petite blonde haired and brown eyes girl with wide rimmed glasses in black slacks and a white t-shirt standing by my locker. Smiling at her, "Lynett," I called my best friend who seemed so entranced in her phone. She looks up with fear written all over her face as she takes me in. She seems to relax as she smiles back at me.

Suddenly, we hear someone yell and turn our attention toward the small crowd forming around them. "Why did you do that to me," a pretty blonde girl screams at her boyfriend as she slaps him across the face.

"Hey. Don't hit him," the brunette girl beside them tells the girl.

"You," the blonde points a finger at the other girl.

"Me," the brunette girl responds sasily. All of a sudden the blonde girl grabs the sides of the other girl's hair and starts yanking as the other girl does the same, both of them screaming. The short scrawny guy, Mark, takes out his phone and I can tell he's recording the fight. Although he was the one who started it, he seemed to not care at all.

"Jessica-"

"Monica,-" the crowd yells but it is short as two of the football players who were passing by pulling them apart as the girls keep yelling at each other.

"You know what. If he wants trash. He can keep you," the blonde screams, pushing back her hair and taking deep breaths.

"Oh," the other girl scoffs, clearly offended. "I am not trash. And trust me. I DO NOT want to keep him. You can have him," she finishes as she huffs out as well.

"After cheating on me, you think I want him. Hell no."

"Well he cheated on me too. So I definitely don't want him either."

"Then it's settled. Neither of us want an asshole like him." There is a brief silent moment before the blonde speaks up.

"Hey. Do you want to go get some breakfast?"

"Yes. I would like that very much. Let go off me," the brunette tells the guy holding her and he releases his grip from her. She smoothes out her hair a bit as the other girl does the same and they both hook their arm afterwards.

"What do you say we plan our revenge on Mark, together?" Mark lowers his phone and physically gulps in fear.

"Can't plan a revenge plan on an empty stomach," the brunette responds. They both turn around and turn back around as they yell.

"Boo." Mark instantly yelps and takes off running up the stairs as the girls laugh and walk down the hall.

"I don't blame Mark for being afraid of those two," Lynett says with a low whistle. I can't do anything but agree. We had seen those 3 dramas unfold over the past month and they seemed to fight every other week. Sometimes it ended with Mark going with one of them and leaving the other but it always ended with Mark in a small predicament but none of them made the effort to cut each other out. It seemed that Mark could date both of them but not while he was with the other. So if he was with Jessica, and texting Monica, a scene like this would unfold before the whole school.

"What do you think they'll end up doing to him this time?" Lynett asks me. Monica and Jessica always seemed to come up with creative ways for Mark to make it up to them for being with both of them. Once, they even covered him in only tin foil and made him run around the bleachers during cheerleading and football practice.

All I could do was shrug in response, not really caring about it, as I fish through my backpack and notice my homework. "I already did next week's assignment for our chemistry lecture if you need them," I tell her, handing it over to her.

She takes them from me and looks over it. "How did you get Mrs. Kravansky to give you the assignments for next week?"

"Well I explained that a girl of my aptitude needs to be more challenged and that I found her other assignments far too simple that I had managed to finish them within a day. So she looked at me with agaped mouth and handed me the syllabus for the entire year. Even told me that if I needed more challenging work I should go to the local community college."

Lynett laughs at this, "she wasn't smart enough to give you any more hard questions." I shake my head lightly at this and close my locker after taking out my books for the day. The bell rings and I look at Lynett with a huge grin, forgetting all about the morning events.

"Come on, we have AP Chemistry." I grabbed her hand and dragged her begrudgingly along with me. AP Chemistry was Lynett's least favorite subject. It could have been the fact that she was awful at memorizing the information or how she constantly mest up during our lab. However, it was one of my favorite classes. I loved learning and memorizing the equations. The labs we had just made me feel exhilarated at the thought that I had to pour the right amount of a substance, and if not, the whole thing would be ruined.

I had another reason for loving the class so much and it came into view as we took our seats in the second row, right behind Abacus Kennedy, SilverRiver heartthrob and overall golden boy. He had caught my attention since freshman year, with those light brown eyes that looked like a pool of honey in the sunlight, that blonde hair swooped to the side, and captain of the football team.

I sigh at the simple fact that he will never notice me and I know I would never do anything about it. I had one year left and then I would go on to Columbia where I would eventually become a doctor, and I was not about to let myself fall especially for some boy.

My life was planned out, to the tee. After graduation, I would go to Columbia where I would graduate as a doctor and work full time in the local hospital here, eventually meet the love of my life and get married. We will have 3 kids total, one boy and two girls. We will live in the suburbs with the whole white picket fence dream house. Since this was a while away from now, I allowed myself to dream about a life with Abacus.

As I allow myself to daydream further into the abyss of a life with Abacus, I feel a wad of paper hit my side and groan in disgust as I run my hand over the sticky balled up paper. I can't control the shriek that leaves my mouth as it drops to the floor, "Ewww," I say in reaction.

"Hey assholes, stop throwing papers," Abacus stands up and gives the guys behind us a menacing look that would make anyone tremble. I can't help but ogle at him. He had a muscular built from working out, wore his usual silver and green varsity jacket over a white t-shirt, and khaki pants.

Yes, I was an independent woman who put her studies and family above everything but I was also a hormonal teenager that when faced with her crush, it turned my mind to mush. "Are you okay?"

The question is directed at me in which I respond with raised eyebrows and a confused look, completely stunned that he genuinely cared. I can feel Lynett elbow me on my propped elbow, causing me to lose my balance and stumble a bit. "Yea, yea, I'm fine," I responded. How I found the words to speak, I have no idea but I did and I was thankful I had.

Abacus gives me a wide smile and turns around in his seat. I shake myself out of my frenzy and start jotting down the notes written on the whiteboard on top.

"Today we are going to talk about balancing out equations before we start our lab," Mrs. Kravansky starts the class. I'm already ahead of her and have finished balancing out the equation myself. As I wait for her to explain and show the other students, I take out a set of papers filled with practice problems and more vigorous questions.

We are halfway through the class when the speaker comes on. I block it out until Mrs. Kravansky's voice flows right beside me.

"Mrs. Lockheart," she says.

I look up with a startle, my mouth agape. I look around and can feel all eyes on me. Everyone has a shocked expression and I can't seem to figure out why. I can feel as my leg starts to jitter but I block it out, trying to calm my anxiety.

"Will miss Amelia Lockheart please report to the principal's office. I repeat, will miss Amelia Lockheart please report to the principal's office," the secretary's voice booms all over the small classroom.

I can hear whispers start all around me as I try to muster the courage to speak.

"Who is she? I've never heard of an Amelia before."

"She's that goody good girl. So annoying."

"May- I be excused?" I say, not being able to breathe properly. The thumping of my heart effectively shutting out the whispers.

"You may," Mrs. Kravansky replies as she extends a hand, showing me the door, and takes a step back. I nod once and take a deep breath. My legs are too wobbly that I have to lean on the table as I stand up.

"OMG she's that one girl who made us take a quiz in calculus because she didn't think we were being "challenged" enough. She even had the audacity to remind the teacher about homework." I can hear the distaste coming out of her mouth, making me flinch a little.

"What do you think she did that she's going to the principal's office," the girl asks with a snarky remark.

"Maybe she finally did something bad," the other one responds. They both give each other mock faces before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Now, that is enough from you two," Mrs. Kravancky warns.

I swallow the huge lump in my throat as I walk out the door. I can tell my whole body has gone into panic mode.

I stumble as I walk down the corridors to the main office, my legs shaking the whole time. My breathing has become rigid and constricted, I can physically feel my heart pounding inside my chest as well as hear it ringing in my ears.

I don't even notice when I reach the office. "You can wait inside for him," I hear a voice say but I don't look up as I continue to my destination.

When I reach for the door handle, I don't miss how my hand trembles so much that it slips from my hands- twice. I am able to stabilize myself long enough to open the door to an empty office.

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So, this story has been a very hectic one if I'm being honest. t has been re-written multiple times with the plots changing and me trying to figure it out. I'm still getting a hold of how I want it to go down because trust me, so much is going to go down and I want it to be the best way possible. 

Quick backstory because I feel like talking about my emotions. I'm not sure how this story will go and maybe it'll get deleted sooner or later, but I'm going to try my best to make sure it doesn't. I actually wanted to quit writing if I'm being honest. I don't know if any of you have ever just felt so untalented and like this isn't for you but yet you keep doing it. That's how I feel. 

I know getting people to give it a try and make it a great story is hard so thank you for stumbling into my little messed up world filled with my imagination. Thank you for giving it a try and I hope you enjoy it. I'm so grateful to you. :) Don't forget to comment, vote, and share because I would love to say thank you and let you know it means the world to me that your here. 

Okay, I'm done being emotional, bye everyone.