Troubled

CORA PHILLIPS  I walked towards the hallways, my two best friends by my side, we were laughing at something I had said earlier, my shiny blonde hair shaking as I laughed. Students in the hallways greeted me as my friends and I passed, but I could see the envy in their eyes, they wanted to be me, of course..who wouldn't?, I was the most liked and most popular girl here at Excellent high school.  "Hey Cora!" They greeted.I waved all of them, smiling warm smiles as I did.  My alarm clock shrilled from my bed side, disrupting my dream and waking me from my sleep. I sighed, I knew it was a dream from the very beginning, my life could not be that perfect, but for a split second, I had hoped that the dream was my life, and my life was a nightmare..but who was I kidding? That could never be my reality, my hair was not even blonde or shiny. It was a dull, murky shade of brown, contrasting with my eyes. My eyes had always been two different color

                   KYLE GARCIA  Grandma used to tell me that smokers signed their death wish from the moment they exchange their nine dollars for a bit of their lungs, since I was an ignorant, peer pressured adolescent, I didn't listen. After all she too smoked when she was younger. "You must feel on top of the world puffing your lungs out." She said when I started. I raised an eyebrow then, suppressing the cough that was itching to come out. I didn't like the way my chest felt each time I took it, but what could I say, I wanted to be like the cool kids. And I did, but at the cost of my lungs, that showed it's displeasure by throwing up black stuff each time I coughed.  Sometimes I wished I listened to her, if I did, I wouldn't be making mom cry herself to sleep and Dad worry so much. I heaved a sigh as I went down the stairs, I had already taken my bath earlier as I didn't want Mom to worry abo

                KYLE GARCIA  As I walked away, I wondered who the girl was, I knew every girl here, well almost. Was she a new student? Perhaps a transfer? Or foreign exchange student? She didn't look foreign to me. I finally went to class, I had lab science next, so I joked went to the lab, Dawson and Ray were already sitted at our usual spot. "Sara invited us to her party next weekend." Dawson said as I sat down with them.I raised my brow, "who is Sara?" They groaned, "oh come on, the same Sara that has been looking for a way to go out with you."I didn't know who she was and I didn't care, I didn't have many friends, I didn't like talking to people at all, especially when I have to force things. "Oh come on, you are this school's cliche mysterious boy, complete with the dark clothes and everything, you know everyone wants you at their parties." Ray said.I knew about

                     KYLE GARCIA  After school, I could not wait to go home, I was tired, sweaty and felt like sleeping. School was exhausting, I even had to drop off Dawson, his car was seized by his Dad since last week, he had attended a party two towns away. When his dad heard about it, he was not happy. So he seized the car, he was lucky he didn't get to spend the night in the cell, he had done it before, to Dawson's elder brother, their father was a no nonsense person, yet he sons were terrible, I briefly wondered what he did in his past life to warrant such terrible sons. I drove care freely, a cigarette hanging from between my thumb and forefinger, I was lost in my thoughts. My mind recalled the girl from earlier, Ray had said she was Troubled, whatever that meant. I think she was a regular high school teen with serious anti-social behavior. I won't classify it as Troubled. My huge h

                    KYLE GARCIA When she said grandma would follow me to school every day, I did not think they were serious. So obviously, I declined the offer, why would I go to some random "professional" and start pouring my heart out to her or him, or whatever. I went to bed peacefully, or not so peacefully, because I was on edge as neither of them pushed it, they kept their cool even as I said no to their therapist solution. When I got out of bed, I checked to see if everything I held dear was intact, and it was, I was beginning to get scared, then I had my bath hurriedly, so I could get out of the house as fast as I could. I wore my clothes hurriedly, almost forgetting to comb my hair. But came back and combed it. As I walked down the stairs, I noticed everyone was still sleeping, everyone at home. I got giddy, I had won the round, I was not going to any therapy, and grandma would not be f