I looked out the window of my mom's van.
The trees , the sky, everything felt so distant.
It was the first day of school, this year was going to be just like last year and the year before and the year before that.
The nontalking to Rylie, and the lets not sit with Rylie drama.
I layed my head on the window, the cool glass felt good against my hot skin.
"Ry, are you okay?" my mom asked.
"No."I growled though I knew she was worried about me.
"Rylie, Rylie, Rylie's a butface."Jon sung horribly from the front seat where he sat listening to his punk music.
He sang it all the way to school, but I ignored it and got out of the car as soon as my mom got into the parking lot.