Jane and the Ice King

Guess who's been awake before dawn but hasn't gotten out of bed? Guess who's spent the last two hours thinking of how to escape her first day at school? It's no other than the invisible Jane. "Jane? You in there?" The f**k?! Am I hearing things now? God! I know I'm a bundle of nerves at the moment, hell! I'm a bundle of nerves everytime. So why am I hearing things? "Jane?" My eyes snap open and I pull my blankets off me. Mom! Mom is home today. I want to slap myself for being happy she's back. I want to hate her, I want to ignore her forever, but I can't stop craving for her attention and hoping that one day, my mom would hug me and tell me everything will be fine. "Mom?!" My voice came out shaky and my eyes were starting to fill up again like it did everytime I was wishing for what I've never had. "Open up" Mom said. I was at least hoping for a good morning from the woman who shipped my ass all the way from Fox Street to Sixth Street and dumped me in the new building, leaving me to unpack alone. Only for her to reappear two days later and I still can't hate her. I open the door and find her standing there, in the same clothes from Saturday. She looked unkempt and nothing like the prim and proper woman whose lipstick was always crimson red, with her wavy hair held up with bobby pins and fancy hair accessories. With Ms. Garrett, everything was fancy. But right now, she looked nothing like the fancy woman I used to know. "What happened to you?" Why am I even concerned. "What?! You care now?" She scoffed, pushing me roughly away from the doorway and barged into my room. she flung my wardrobe open and before I could say Jack, she was going out the door with few of my clothes draped over her shoulder. "At least tell me why you're taking them." I call after her but got no reply. I bite my lower lip and taste blood, but I didn't relent. I kept biting. Maybe the pain from my wounded lip would overpower the one in my heart. I hate my life and I hate it that I have to continue to live miserably like this for the rest of high school. Few tears dropped but I wiped them quickly. I might loathe my life and everything about it, but I'm not weak. I'm strong. And that's the only reason I haven't considered suicide. I stumble blindly towards the bathroom and bump my head on the door. I kick the door and yelp. I f*****g hate this door. I hate this room. I hate this town. I hate my new school already. I hate everyone except my mom. After twenty minutes of stumbling around like a headless fowl, I come out looking worse than I looked when I stood up about twenty five minutes ago to open the door to my mom. My head was aching badly and I'd need painkillers not just for the headache but also the swollen toe I hit angrily on the door earlier. Once the shower had started to run, the tears I'd held back came flowing and disappeared with the warm water. One look at the mirror had me laughing. What a first day! I look like hell, maybe I should call in sick. At least, this is a domestic accident. My eyes were red and puffy. My skin was pale, very pale. My head had a small bump right in the middle of my forehead. I probably should call in sick. As soon as I reach for my phone, I remember mom's back and I'd rather face the cafeteria incident again than sit with mom all day. No! I'd rather get locked up than relive the cafeteria incident; it was the worst day of my life. I open my wardrobe and shrug at the remembrance of how my clothes were taken away from me without an explanation. I pick a green hand-knit top and brown shorts that end mid thigh and I picked my boots and wore them. As I debated on whether to use my bracelet or wristwatch, I caught a glimpse of the time and froze. Oh. My. Gawd! I'm late. On my first day. And I'm never late. Why's today this rough? And why am I having a bad feeling about this new school?