do you ever wake up and feel as if the day was going to be awful?

that's how i felt on the first day of school.

i put on a pair of skinny jeans and my pink shirt that stated i won best teenage surfer of 2015 and a pair of white converse that mrs gaskarth generously bought me beacause all i had was flip flops.

i put my hair into a half french braid half high ponytail style i learned from this weird thing i just discovered (well zack showed me) called youtube.

i walked into they living room and grabbed my black back pack with little white poka dots i brought from hawaii and waited for alex to get out of the bathroom.

"cmon pre madonna!" i shouted at him, a phrase i learned from the guys.

alex came out dressed in a blue t shirt and jeans, flattening his hair and grabbing his red backpack.

"bye!" we said, running out before mrs and mr gaskarth could take awkward photos.

we got on the bus that was waiting for us and were greeted by rian and zack, who both had uneasy looks on their faces. alex gestured for me to sit in the seat next to the one the two boys were sitting in. i sat down and held my bag on my lap.

"why do you guys look like you have to shit?" alex asked, making me laugh slightly.

"jack" zack said.

"something's wrong with him?" we asked in unison.

"his dads back. since he lives so close to me he came over my house last night around 3 am and stayed for a little amd when i woke up my window was open and he was gone" rian said.

alex's eyes widened and for a second he looked like might even cry.

"fuck!" alex yelled, earning a shutup from the front of the bus.

"what's wrong with jacks dad coming back?" i asked in a light tone.

they looked as if they were debating talking about it but rian spoke up.

"well jacks dad is an overall asshole. he left when jack was 4 and then came back when he was 12, drunk. he was so drunk that he beat the shit out of jack and his mom. so bad he broke jacks arm. then he came back when he was 14- the dad wasn't drunk- just really angry. he beat the shit out of just jack this time. he told him that guitar was stupid and that he was going nowhere in life. the last time he saw him he was 15 and the dad knocked jack out for 24 hours. now the dad is back. again"

my jaw dropped as the bus stopped and a familiar skunk haired boy walked on. yet he wasn't familiar. he had a huge scratch on his cheek and a black eye. he had on a black sweatshirt and his face intended there was something under that sweatshirt nobody wanted to see.

"hey guys" he said like it was normal, sitting next to me. 

it wasn't normal