Not So Cliché After All

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My writing skills suck but I really want to write this book so yeah. Updates will come as often as I can. Right now everything is just getting started. I've got to have a box of matches before I light a flame, don't I? Anygay, please enjoy.

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-Third Person POV-

'New school, new town, new year, new me.' Alyson recited in her head as she walked into Hungerhill Academy. She had just moved from London, this summer. She contacted the cheer coach last year and did a virtual tryout, ending up with the captain position. This summer she mainly worked on her room, now it was time to make friends. Alyson was a proud bisexual and wasn't afraid to hide it. If anyone in the school gave a shit about her sexuality, they would just have to deal with it. 

All eyes were on her as she walked down the corridor, she kept her head held high. She was wearing a pink cropped t-shirt, low enough to be school appropriate unless she raised her arms,  and black skinny jeans. Along with pink sandals that matched her blouse, and a black denim jacket that matched her jeans. In her, dirty blond, hair a bandana was wrapped. She saw many people point at her bisexual flag on her backpack and whisper, she ignored them. Alyson easily found her locker, putting her books away. Her locker door was shut from the side, she turned to see who had done it. In front of her stood a taller, intimidating guy. He wore a basketball jersey and jeans. 

"May I help you?" She asked politely.

"I need you to leave this school. We don't want anymore faggots here." The stranger spat coldly. Alyson raised her eyebrows at the comment, opening her mouth to respond.  Before she could a loud voice boomed through the hall.

"Oi-Fuck off!" The new voice silenced the other chatter in seconds as if the speaker was royalty. Alyson turned in confusion. Through the crowded hallway, emerged a girl. Just from the looks at her, Alysons breath hitched in her throat. She had long, dark brown hair, which was braided. Her lips plum and colorful, accompanied by a lip ring. She was wearing trousers a wee bit too short for school, and a faded rock band tank-top. Her feet covered with black Chelsea boots.  She glanced back behind her, the guy had scurried off. 

"Who are you?" The girl whom had scared off the scumbag asked. Her accent thick but beautiful. 

"Alyson Slate, cheer captain, new girl." She introduced, regaining herself. 

"Cool, just so you know- this doesn't make us friends. Have fun in this hellhole, Alyson Slate." The mystery girl said, disappearing down the hall without a word. 

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At lunch Alyson sat with a group of girls. She had been invited over by Phoebe and gladly accepted. The girls introduced themselves and told her about everyone else at the school. Alyson spotted the mystery girl across the cafeteria. 

"Who is that?"

"Paris Parker, be careful around her. She is the school's football star but is known for being a player. Last year she dated thirteen guys." A girl named Jade warned.