Skylar's POV I felt like I would break apart. I could almost hear my heart shattering into a million pieces. Every possible emotion overwhelmed me, but only one stood out more than the others, Misery. All because today was Monday. The day that leads to a whole week of school. What can I say? I hated waking up so early –for such purpose– with a burning passion.  It's not like I got bullied, had to go through mean girls, or had really bad teachers. It just wasn't my thing.

Skylar's POVI was ecstatic at the thought of going back to my house when the classes ended, lay around and enjoy the remaining day with Chicken.However, when Alex dropped me in front of my house and I opened the front door, I realized that it wasn't locked. Which either meant that I had forgotten to lock the door this morning, or somebody had broken in the house.Both the thoughts were highly terrifying.Cautiously, I stepped inside the threshold, wishing Alex had waited for me in the driveway for at least few more minutes. He had drove away the moment I stepped out of his car, something that he did all the time."Hello?" I called out as I closed the front door behind me.A big part of me was expecting the worst, all credits to each and every horror movie I had ever watched in my life. Seriously, I needed to stop

Skylar's POVWhen I woke up, Mom and Dad were gone like always. Which was actually better since they wouldn't have appreciated my disastrous morning state.Not the usual drowsy morning look, it was way worse than that. My hair had developed itself into a nest over the few hours I actually got to sleep. I hadn't even realized that I was still wearing my mud-smeared sneakers, flopped face-first onto my bed. There were small cuts and scrapes on my arms from jumping down and climbing up my window. Also, my head was aching really badly.All in all, I looked like a sleep deprived zombie, so much so that I was left shaken for a few seconds when I looked in the mirror. My hair were tangled into a frizzy mess, my brown eyes casted with exhaustion, and my skin almost looking pale.Once again, I was extremely grateful that my parents wer

Skylar's POV"East Gang?" I asked him. "What kind of gang is that even?"He stared at me blankly for a few seconds before opening his mouth to answer me. But I cut him off first,"I mean, I do know there are many gangs here in New York, people who deal drugs and stuff." I said, then narrowed my eyes ever so slightly. "But why would a gang involve itself with me?"He closed his mouth shut and gave me a look of disbelief."Do gangs prank these days? Because that's way too immature. If my parents found out about this—" I stopped and narrowed my eyes even further at him. "You're not messing with me, are you?""Why would I try to mess with a person like you?" He made sure to emphasize on that last word, giving me a really offensive look. If I th

Skylar's POV"How did you get your hand cut this deep, honey?" The nurse questioned, passing me a worried glance.I've never really been in the nurse's office except for that one time, when that kid in my gym class threw one of those heavy basketballs right at my face. And it wasn't a nice memory. But it hadn't hurt like it was hurting now.I looked away from her and gazed down at my legs, dangling them from the small recovery couch I was sitting on, which was situated at one corner of the nurse's office.I hesitated a little before telling her the first thing that came in my head, "I was slicing some onions and I accidentally cut my hand."That was nowhere near the truth. It was a total lie since I didn't even know how to cook in the first place. B