Chapter 01

This book may seem cliche and predictable, but it gets trippy with the massive events that play out. Just so you know you're not reading a typical romance story

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The breeze hits me as we drive by, and I feel the cool air around me. I'm no poetic, but the breeze does feel nice when it's in your face. Even during Fall season.

"Whatchu thinking, Robin?"

I turn away from the window and glance over at the driver, my driver. I get a few seconds of wind blowing in my face and finally turn to him.

"Stuff." I reply.

He chuckles. "I'm never getting through to you, aren't I?" He asks, focusing his gaze on the road.

I nod, not because I know he can only see it from the corner of his eye, but because I generally wanted to keep thinking about my own thoughts while we're still on the road. I never get this much time to just sit back and really think about things.

I watch the trees and cars pass by and the sun start to set as the moon starts to rise. I breathe in the air and try to just think about things and not let any distractions disturb my peace. A strand of my black hair falls, untangling itself from my ear.

I look at the road ahead of us and recognize it. We're close. As trees pass by, so does seconds that turn into minutes.

I rest my head on the window ledge and slowly close my eyes as light seems to fade away into oblivion.

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My eyes immediately opened when Aiden had practically yelled, "We're here!"

I even hit my head on the roof of the car when I woke up.

Groaning, I rubbed my forehead. Not realizing I started yawning as Aiden opened my door. I swatted my hand towards him, motioning him to step back.

"I can open my own doors, Aiden."

He rolled his eyes, playfully as I got out. He closed the door after me and locked his car, putting his keys in his pocket of his jacket. I had a feeling why he had brought it.

I even knew right then and there I was right when I came out of my house in my own jacket because his smile had disappeared into a frown. It was kind of funny.

We both walked over to our group of freak shows and exchanged hugs as we started blabbing about the upcoming race we were attending.

"This is going to be an insane race!" Parker exclaimed. Blaze rolled her eyes.

"Since when is a race not insane?"

Parker rolled his eyes playfully as Blaze started getting her binoculars out. Delilah wrapped her arms around Lylith and I got out my own binoculars.

Delilah and Lylith were the only official couple amongst our group. They had come out a few months ago and like the accepting specimens we were, we accepted them and didn't really care. They have one of the most perfect relationships I have ever seen.

I look over to get a glimpse of the racers while my binoculars are still in my hand. And what I mean by that is they haven't been stolen yet by specifically Parker.

I saw a red Supra and a white Subaru sports car. I could see someone talking to the guy in the red supra, but never got a glimpse at the racers.

Why do I even try.

Both cars start their engines when the flag girl comes out wearing one of those exposing outfits. How can people do that?

I could never understand how people, specifically speaking towards females, could walk around wearing at least a crop top and shorts. Like how confident are they with their bodies?

I had always been a hoodie and sweatpants type of girl ever since I found out about my eating disorder.

A few months ago, exactly five if we're talking about being explicit, I had found out by myself that I had Anorexia. I never told my friends, nor my sister, especially not my "perfection is always the answer" annoying parents. They would have freaked out.

For months, I had to pretend to eat, secretly starve myself, work out early and late, and lie about my weight and eating habits towards everyone that seemed to care. Which I don't know why they would.

It's my body, I can do whatever I want or please. I am a seventeen year old student who can work out and refuse to eat as much as I pleased. Why should they care?

To me, walking outside in shorts and a shirt with no layers over it was like willingly letting a wolf or adult coyote bite off and eat your good leg right in front of you. Eating was practically like death to me.

I had to be sneaky with skipping meals and convincing with lying whether I liked it or not. Over the times I spent lying, I got used to it. It had become a habit of mine. A bad habit, yes, but one I've gotten used to.

After all, my life is full of secrets and lies.

But my thoughts started to vanish when my head went up as I heard my friends cheering when the cars had already started their race.