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At 5:30 AM the alarm clock went off. I hit the snooze button. Then at 5:35 it went off again. I hit snooze button for a second time. The vicious cycle went on until 6:00 when I finally drug myself out of bed.

I staggered to my bathroom unconscious to the world. I turned on the shower to my perfect temperature; not too hot, not too cold. I stepped in and instantly all my troubles went away. I could stay here forever.

I hummed an old Aerosmith song to myself, “It’s amazing and I’m saying a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight…” There was a loud bang on the door. I sighed.

“Hurry the hell up in there! It’s almost time for you to get your ass on that bus!” my father yelled.

I peeked around the corner of the shower curtain to look at the clock I had conveniently placed in the bathroom. My dad would do anything to get rid of me early. I had to keep the clock in here to have a real sense of time. I hated being rushed but it happened everyday.

The clock read “6:25”, not even close to my departure time. I finished up and got dressed in my usual attire; a t-shirt and jeans.

My mom had made me a sandwich for breakfast. Next to it was my pill box. I had to take anti-depressants everyday. I know I’m not crazy but obviously someone thinks I am. I took the blue pill and gulped down a glass of orange juice quickly.

I took the sandwich with me and once outside I fed it to Rocky who had been waiting intently for me. I patted him on the head and went to Nanny’s. I went inside and hugged her hard. Nanny was so sickly I never knew if these moments would be her last with me.

I left, crossed the bridge, and sat on the hard ground at the end of the dirt ground. Like clockwork, at 6:50, the bus rounded the corner. I boarded it silently. Mrs. Broadhead me had an unspoken agreement. If I don’t say “hi” then I’m in a bad mood. I propped my head on the top of the seat and fell asleep.

I woke up forty minutes later as we pulled up to the elementary school. The little kids, who were at some times my only friends, all said, “Goodbye Stevie!” and giggled getting off the bus.

“See you guys! Don’t get in trouble! Make good grades!” I called after them. I was dubbed the Bus Mother because I loved all of them. But the older kids called me a pedophile. I don’t see how being a nice person made me a pedophile.

We took off and the high school was next. To get there you had to go down a steep backdrop behind the Elementary school which led to the road next to the Ag shop. The bus riders got off at a door on the side of the school that led to the lunch room.

As I climbed down the steps I saw a familiar face waiting for me by the outside freezer.

“Hey, Rose.” Law called. I beamed.

“Hi, Law.” I said back.

“Do you want to sit in the lunchroom or the gym?” he asked me. That wasn’t a hard choice. In the morning, the gym was prep territory.

“The lunchroom.” I told him. He held the side door open for me and we sat down in the corner of the room.

I noticed a large bruise on Law’s arm. I didn’t say any thing but I thought that maybe we had more in common then we thought. I think he saw me eyeing it and he put on a black and white checked hoodie.

“Hey chica!” a very loud voice said from behind me. I turned to see Aimee. I waved.

“Hi, Bones! How ya doing?” she smiled at him.

“I’m alive.” He said sarcastically.

“That’s a good enough answer for me.” She decided sitting down next to me.

“Rose, I am so stoked today. Last night the Comedy Club called and told me the band they had scheduled after their headline comedian cancelled, and they picked us! Oh my God! Yay!” She said happily.

“That’s great! I didn’t know you were in a band.” I said.

“Yep. It’s called Pinescreech. It’s a punk rock band.” She explained to me.

“So are you the singer?” Law asked.

“Nah, I couldn’t carry a tune to save my life. I’m the bassist. Our singer is Keith Spinner. He is the bomb!” Aimee told us.

“Keith Spinner? From Woodbrooke?” Law asked,

“Yeah, he’s a senior.” Aimee said. Law got an unhappy look on his face.

“What’s wrong, Law?” I asked.

“Keith and I just don’t get along.” He told me. Aimee looked at me.

‘So are you going to be there, Rose? Pretty, pretty please?” she asked.

“I don’t have a ride.” I frowned.

“I’ll take you.” Law said.

“I thought you didn’t like Keith?”

“Yeah well I’ll be there for Aimee, not him. Plus I like the comedy shows there.” He grinned at me.

“Cool.” Aimee said. “We’re playing tomorrow night. The show starts at 7:00 but we won’t be playing till 8:30.” She said.

The 7:45 bell rang loud. School had begun. I went to my first block with Law. Once again we just talked the whole time. 2^nd block came quickly and I went to Coach Tubby’s room.

I sat on the other side of the room but Kathi followed me.

“So, you’re not just hanging out with one freak, but two.” She said to me. She was wearing a white flower blouse with really long baggy sleeves. I guess Kathi was turning into a hippy.

“Oh? You and Kyle?” I shot back. She giggled unaware of how far down my bad list she was descending.

“No, Bones and that Aimee chick. She’s a freaking weirdo. I mean she has pink hair and two lip rings!” she freaked out. I pointed to the stud in my nose and the three earrings in my left ear.

“So am I in that category too?” I asked her getting angry.

“You’re getting pretty close. Rose, you were so cool back in 6^th grade, what happened?” she asked. “He” is what happened. I remembered the days I was Kathy’s clone. Cute hairdos, silly earrings, and bubble gum pink lip gloss. I went to church, played the piano, and was in the Beta Club for smart kids. I had been the exact definition of a good girl. I looked down to my skater shoes.

“Rosa,” Maribel said to coming down the row, “you can be good again. Just hang with us and it will all come back. We’re your friends.” She smiled.

“If you were my friends you would not be trying to change who I am. And I am Stevie.” I spat at them. I had earned that name after my first year in Alternative school for bad kids.

At the time another girl and I had to sit next to each other. She was from the other school in Nibb County called Nibb County High. Go figure.

We had passed notes back and forth and became friends. She knew I was a huge Aerosmith fan and started calling me Stevie after the lead singer, Steven Tyler. It caught on at both ends of the county and even today random people called me that. Stevie was the bad half of Rose.

“You know, I’m starting to think you deserve to be with them.” Kathi said. “You’re a loser and you act like a psycho.” She told me. My temper flared up.

“Then don’t talk to me or my friends you two dollar whore! I’ll kill you!” I yelled throwing my notebook at her. The whole room, which had filled up, heard me. Kathi looked embarrassed and went and sat down.

I heard her everyone talking. I heard clips and snippets of “crazy bitch”, “psycho”, and “weirdo”. I put my head down trying not to snap again.

I hate this class. Well at least next block I would see Law and that kept my hopes up.