Messed up Summer [old & unfinished]

Another Story With Bullies

Hello there! My name's Evelyn Blackwood, and I'm 17 years old. I live in Los Angeles with my mother. Her name is Jocelyn Blackwood. My father moved out when I was 3 years old, so I don't know much about him. I don't have any siblings. I always wished for a little sister, but guess I'm just unlucky.
I have long, light brown hair, and glasses. My face includes freckles, and I also have a few pimples. Yeah, a nerd in other words, but I don't like when people call me that. Anyways, I'm attending the Anton Lucifer Weasling's High School. And yes, like most of people, I hate school. It's sooo boring. Did you know, that we spend about 9 years of our lives at school?! The 9 years we could be making memories, we were in stupid classes. But despite the fact that I hate school, I must admit that I love reading. I usually like reading action and adventure books. One of my favourite book writers is Jeffery Deaver, and I-

Wait.. What was that sound? Hey, what's going on?

Everything went pitch black, and all I could see was darkness. Where am I?

Suddenly, I woke up in my bed, in my room. It was just my alarm clock. What time is it? I thought. I looked at the clock.. "I'm gonna be late for class!!". I panickly jumped off the bed, running to the bathroom, and took a quick shower. Ah, I love this shampoo. It smells like strawberries. Too bad, I can't eat it, neither can I drink it.
When I was done, I came out of the bathroom with a towel around my chest. Nextly, I walked to the closet. I put on a white shirt, with a shirt collar and with elbow-lenght sleeves. Below the shirt I wore a brown knee-lenght skirt. I also put on long white socks and my glasses of course!

I quickly walked downstairs, hoping for coming to school on time. My mom was standing by the kitchen stove, with her arms crossed by her chest. "You're gonna be late. You can pack your food and eat it at school. Now hurry!" she said. I looked at the table. On the table there were small American pancakes. My favourite! I packed them and put them in my bag.

I walked through the door. On the other side of the door the sun shined right into my eyes. I usually go to school with the school bus, but since I'm late, the bus probably already drove away. I runned towards the school, as fast as if there were dinosaurs a few feet behind me.

I was standing infront of the high school. The place is huge.
The building is long, and high. It also has lots of windows. The school was painted with a redish color. "My first class is.. Science."
I said, right before the bell rang. "Oh god, what do I say to the teacher? Math is next.." I said to myself.

I entered the school. I was walking down the hall, when suddenly, some boy looked at me. It was Lamar, and his friends; Jessica and Michael. I panicked. I didn't know what to do, and I tripped, and falled forward. When I opened my eyes, my books layed all over the hall, and Lamar stood right infront of me. I looked at him, and he could see the fear through my eyes. Smiling, he said "Well well, what do we ha-" without letting him finish what he was trying to say, Michael interrupted him, and asked, "boss, you said that the 'well' word is supposed to be said three times, but you said it only two times." Jessica nodded, and asked "boss, should I note that in your word-book?", and looked a little confused. Lamar looked at them, and burst out in anger. It was almost impossible not to laugh, but I tried to hide it.

I picked myself off the floor, starting to pick up my books, and put them back into my bag. After a moment, Lamar looked back at me. "As I was saying, isn't it the school's ugly duckling? Don't you have mirrors at home? Even Michael has a better sense of style then you.", Lamar said with his annoying, ratty voice. Michael smiled, feeling proud of his choice of clothes. When I was about to stand up, Lamar whispered "Freak", and kicked me hard enough, that I fell back on the ground, and the books were all over the hall again. The school bell rang. The hall went wild, and soon, it was empty. Once again, I picked up the books, and throwed them into the bag, carelessly. I hurried to class. "Why Lamar, it's the last day of school.. I thought. Lamar is the school's bully. He's litterally getting students expelled. Guess I'm his next target.